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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A contented sigh left the brunette's lips as she stretched her limbs in an unfamiliar bed that wasn't her own. Esme snapped her eyes open as she sat up glancing around the room in confusion and slight panic when the sound of chuckling was heard by Francis who was lying down next to her.
"It's morning" Esme muttered as Francis towered over the brunette with an adoring smile on his face pushing her hair behind her ear and softly spoke, " I know" The Princess eyes widened in alarm as she made movement to get out of the bed but she was stopped by Francis who held her tightly against his body, " If the servants are gossiping about your unmade bed, it is too late to rectify the situation"
The brunette didn't regret anything that had happened between her and Francis, in fact though she would never admit it out loud she rather enjoyed herself and was more than willing to do it again. But she also knew it was frown upon to royals to have sex before marriage and didn't want anyone to know as it would ruin her reputation and because the alliance still hasn't changed even though Francis had assured her he'd be speaking to his father about it soon enough.
Francis leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips that both of them smiled through when Esme pulled away brushing her hand through his tussled curls and questioned, " Do you think we're being too reckless?" Francis smiled as he began pressing sensual kisses on her stomach and replied, " I'm Yours. You're mine. I hope you're pregnant"
"Francis!" Esme exclaimed with wide eyes ignoring the teasingly smirk that was on his lips as he chuckled in amusement leaning over her body as he whispered against hers lips, " it would force the alliance to shift and the wedding would be sooner than expected. How could my father argue it?"
Esme looped her arms around his neck as she looked deeply into his eyes and curiously asked, " you don't think what we're doing is wrong? As we are not wed yet?" Francis shook his head as he grabbed her hands pulling her up to sit on the bed and stated, " After we rule for a great long while and we leave France and Scotland to our children and our grandchildren and our great grandchildren and we meet our maker. You can ask him yourself"
Esme giggled as Francis pushed her back on the bed, kissing her neck causing her to close her eyes in a bliss before placing a hand around the back of his neck and pulling his lips towards hers to which he eagerly returned the harsh kiss only for the couple to jump apart at the sound of a knock at the door.
Francis and Esme shared an alarmed look before the brunette squealed quietly and hid underneath the covers as the door opened as the page announcer walked in clearing his throat awkwardly at the state the Prince was in and informed, " Forgive me, but there's word for you from the Holy See"
"The Pope?" Francis questioned with a look of confusion on his face causing the page announcer to nod his head in confirmation and explained, " The cardinal from the Vatican is in the throne room" Francis nodded his head in understanding as the page announcer bowed before leaving Francis bedroom.
