Renesmee Stuart is the fraternal twin sister of Mary Stuart the queen of Scotland. what happens when the two sisters go to France after being in convent since they were nine years old. Mary has to win the prince of Francis heart the only problem is...
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The next morning, Esme was having breakfast with her sister and her friends when Francis had wanted a word with the princess of Scots stealing her away from the five girls which is why she is walking down an empty corridor with Francis by her side, " I'm glad you came to see me" Esme spoke with a smile glancing at Francis who had a beaming look on his face staring at the princess.
"Yes, well, I thought we should discuss where we are with one another" Francis resorted with a grin on his lips causing Esme to let out an amused laugh nodding her head and muttered, " All right" Francis let out a heavy sigh as he continued speaking, " with the borders quiet in Scotland, my father and his advisors seem pleased that our alliances remained intact and my engagement to Mary, as well as seeing as there's no political decisions"
Esme rolled her eyes spinning around to face Francis as she placed her hands on his chest looking into his blue eyes and pleaded, " Please, just stop. I was hoping we wouldn't talk any more about politics or your engagement to Mary. Since the borders are secure, as you said. I was hoping we could just be..."
"Just a girl, as you called yourself once?" Francis finished off for Esme with an amused smile on his face causing the brunette to scoff as she hit his chest playfully and resorted, " and, just a boy. Well, a man, nearly" Francis raised his eyebrows clearly interested what Esme was saying and teasingly spoke, " go on... woman"
Esme stayed silent for a couple of moments gazing into his eyes but when she opened her mouth to say something she was interrupted by Francis, " All right, then, I will. If I were just me, Francis, not the future King of anything and you were just you, Renesmee, Esme. Well, this would be the moment that I declared myself yours. Only yours"
" and I'm yours, truly and always" Esme stated with a dazed smile taking ahold of his hand as Francis grinned down at Esme and finished, " and once I did that. I'd probably invite you to the harvest festival" Esme turned around dragging Francis with her towards one of the windows, " and I would probably say yes, if you're lucky"
Francis blocked Esme against the wall his hands on either side of her head as he leaned down slightly and whispered, " and I would probably try to kiss you" Esme chuckled shaking her head before she teasing spoke, " and I probably wouldn't let you... at first"
Francis leaned down connecting their lips together as he cupped her face in his hands causing Esme to smile into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her body responding to the kiss when it started to become more passionate and deeper making it hard for Esme to breathe as all she could think about was his lips on her own.
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After spending some time with Francis, Esme made her way to meet with Mary and her friends for the harvest festival where one of the nobles where explaining an old tradition that been passed down, " and then you write your regrets on this ribbon, tie them to the stern, and watch as they sail away"
