Deep in the countryside of Germany, Mary Stewart sat at dinner table of the Van Housels, a powerful Lord and Lady who ran the manor. Mary and her ladies had been guests at their manor for years now. The Van Housels were good friends of Mary's mother and happily welcomed the girls into their manor and had raised the girls in the royal ways. It was on this day that Mary sat outside enjoying a cup of tea with her ladies. Mary had been laughing at a joke Finny had made and she picked up a small cake to eat. As she raised it to her lips a sudden scream rang out across the manner, making the ladies jump and Mary drop her cake. A servant suddenly came running out screaming "My Lady! Don't eat the cakes!! They have been poisoned!" Mary looked around, a shocked expression came to her face as she ran to see the servant laying on the ground dead. The girls were joined a few short seconds later by Lady Van Housel who shook her head in sadness. "Such a shame, Bethany was such a sweet young lass" Mary looked up at the beautiful lady, her hands shaking from fear. "I'm so sorry.." She muttered as she hung her head in shame. "Oh my dear, you were never suppose to know that she was your tester," Lady Van Housel said as she held the shivering girl. "But, this attack on your life means that an english spy had invader our household. It is no longer safe for you or your ladies and so you must be transported to the French courts at once. Ladies, Get your Queen ready to leave immediately." With the Lady Van Housel disappeared to gather a carriage together, a quickly. Once Mary and her ladies were rushed into their rooms, servants had already begun to pack their belongings, soldiers carried their trunks to the awaiting carriage and Mary's head was still spinning from the earlier events. Odette, her oldest lady, was brushing her long brunette hair as their last trunks were loaded up. "Can you believe were going back to French court?" Mary asked her ladies. She knew what this was leading to, her inevitable marriage to France's next King and the safety of Scotland from the english who long treasured her country. A servant bowed his head and said in a small voice "Your Highness, Ladies, Your carriage to.." He paused unsure if he should disclose the location. "French courts.." He finally said in a hushed voice "Awaits" And with that he held open the door for the ladies. "Shall we?" Mary asked her ladies as she got up and descended the stairs. Hugging and Thanking the Van Housels and promising an invitation to the long awaited marriage of France and Scotland. She and her ladies were comfortably seated in the carriage and departed swiftly from the manor. Longingly watching the manor disappear from sight she gave a sigh, she knew she could never stay there but leaving the place they had all grown up was leaving Mary with a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach. The trip to French court was a long one to say the least. Sticking to the main roads and stopping only if a lady had to pee or to refuel and even switch out horses. The girls had very little time to stretch, and a lot of time to fill with card games and gossip. Much of the gossip was about French Courts. How it had probably changed since the last time they were they're. It was known the the King of France had taken quite a few mistresses in the last year. Much to the disgrace of his family and his wife. "I wonder about Jean.. Is he the same since we last played together as children?" Mary wondered aloud. As the carriage pulled to a stop the driver opened the door and pools of sunshine filled the dark compartment, making Mary shield her eyes. "I apologize my ladies I should have asked, but we will be approaching the castle soon.. I thought I should give you a warning so that your ladies could make you look more presentable. Not that you don't already look presentable! You look perfect my Queen" The man stumbled to correct himself and Mary laughed goodheartedly. "Yes I understand, Thank you" She said as he bowed and the carriage began to move again. The carriage consisted of around 5 carriages carrying luggage and servants, surrounded by guards on horse back. "Well Ladies, do with me what you will" Mary said, giggling as she let her ladies work their beautiful magic. It was some time later when Mary heard talking and she looked out the window to see the French castle getting bigger and bigger as they drew closer. "Wow, it's just as lovely as I remember it" she breathed. Her heart began to race and she fanned herself as they stopped. She saw the servants gathered around to watch their soon to be Queen descend from the carriage and catch a glimpse at the now 16 year old Queen of Scotland. "Introducing, Her royal highness, Mary, Queen of Scotland" The doors opened to unveil the mystery girl and she was helped down by a footman. "Thank You" She said with a smile as she awaited her ladies to join her. "And her ladies in waiting Miss Beatrice Abery, Miss Fiona Hambledon, and Miss Odette Juliette Portier" One by one her lovely ladies joined her and they watched the King and Queen be announced. As well as their children, ending in her fiancé, "Prince Jehan de Longueau" Mary's first look at her soon to be husband didn't disappoint. He was as handsome as a prince should be, but something about his posture now was, more mature. She only stopped looking at him when she heard "Mary, isn't that an English flag?" Mary's attention looked over at the english carriage as a farmilar face looked out at the crowd. England's next King was here.. and he brought friends. "Oh no.."