Hey guys :D So this story was written after I watched "The Consummation" AKA the episode where every Frary fan threw their hands in the air and smiled like the biggest idiot on earth… or was that just me? No one else? Oh… okay…

Anyways, this story, as I said, was written after the wedding. I got really, really tired, like REALLY tired, of Nosty´s (I´m seriously in love with that nickname) stupid Prophesy and all the fan-hitting shit that came along with it. I decided…wait, no, my BRAIN decided to start imagining if Nosty had never seen the full Prophesy and we´d been left with the image of Mary and Francis happily married with Anne and James begging for their father´s attention. *sigh* A girl can dream, right?

This story is basically one huge "what-if" from a Frary fan in denial…

*Please keep in mind that I wrote the first 8 chapters of this before 1x14 aired so I might stray quite a lot from the canon plot on the show. I might try to incorporate a few things later on though...

Chapter One:

Her relationship with her mother had been strained ever since the wedding. Mary knew, of course, that what her mother did was child´s play compared to the things that Catherine had done to her, but it seemed to get under her skin in another way. Catherine had been clear in her dislike of Mary from the moment she arrived at court.

Her mother, however, was a different story. Mary barely knew her mother. Sure, she had lived with her for the first six years of her life and she remembered the distinct smell of her perfume, but that was it. She knew nothing of the woman who had brought her into the world. Somehow, she had imagined that her reunion with her mother would be more joyful than it turned out to be. She had imagined her mother to be kind and motherly, like Catherine was to Francis and her other children. It hadn´t even taken the woman five minutes to lie to Mary and it got to her in a way that she never thought was possible.

When she had told her mother in anger that she wanted her to leave France and disappear from her sight, it wasn´t because of the false news that she had made the messenger bring. Mary couldn´t care less about that. It did not matter in the end. What mattered to her was that her mother had gone behind her back. She hadn´t turned out to be the mother that Mary had dreamed of since she last saw her at age eleven at the convent.

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It was not without a bitter taste in her mouth that she read the latest letter from her mother with updates from Scotland. Her mother was still pretending to be the perfect mother, the letter reeking of disgusting sweetness that made Mary crinkle her nose. A year earlier, letters like these would have made her smile and clutch the slightly wrinkled paper closer to her chest in an attempt to be closer to her mother. Now she was reading it more out of duty than of anything else.

Quickly getting past the usual "I hope you and Francis are well", Marie de Guise got to the point of her letter. She wanted to know how the marriage was. She wanted to know when they could expect a much needed heir from her. Mary rolled her eyes as she scanned over the words. Her mother was not the first person to point out to her that the future of two kingdoms was relying on her to produce an heir. The councilmen had made remarks about it as well – not to her personally, but to Francis.

She knew that her abilities in the marital bed were the talk of the castle – among the nobles and among the servants. It had been a year and it wasn´t a secret that she and Francis shared a bedroom, so why hadn´t they heard news of an impending baby from the royal couple?

Mary had given it a lot of thought too. She couldn´t go anywhere without somebody reminding her in a direct or indirect way that they were expecting joyful news from her. Oddly, she found herself feeling sorry for Catherine. Her mother in law had gone through ten years of what she had only had to endure for a year.

She couldn´t talk to Francis about it. He never asked her if she was pregnant and he would never demand anything of her that she didn´t want to do. He was the perfect man, really, and that was the exact reason why she couldn´t tell him of her worries. He would tell her that it didn´t matter to him if she gave him a child right away. He would reassure her that it would happen eventually and that he would happily wait until then.

Still, she knew too well that she needed to do something – anything. Yes, it had only been a year, but Catherine and Henry hadn´t been married for long either before the issue of children caused a rift between them. Not to mention the history that Mary and Francis had. It had only been months since they had gotten back to some sort of normality after everything that had happened with Bash and Lola.

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Francis had been angry of course. He had every right to be. He hadn´t shown those emotions before the wedding because he would rather be married to her than push her away when he had finally gotten her back.

The honeymoon had been blissful as well. They barely talked but they still showed each other repeatedly how much they loved each other. It wasn´t until they returned from the honeymoon that things really went off track. They would fight and they would say things they didn´t mean in the heat of anger. They would always return to each other, though. They would always forgive each other. It was a wonder really, how Mary hadn´t gotten pregnant then.

That was before Mary had discovered the truth of what had happened between Francis and Lola. She had been heartbroken and angry and upset. She had thrown things at him and she had cried herself to sleep more nights than she could count. She knew that she couldn´t really blame Francis for sleeping with another girl. They hadn't been engaged anymore and he had the freedom to do what he pleased. Still, did that girl have to be Lola? Did it have to be her friend and lady-in-waiting who knew how much she still loved Francis?

Lola had confessed to her, after a bad bout of morning sickness, that she was pregnant. It had only been a few days since Mary had returned from her honeymoon. Though Mary didn´t know the father; she wasn´t even aware that Lola had been seeing anyone, she still wanted to help her friend. She tried to reassure her friend that a baby born out of wedlock wasn´t the end of the world. Lola had only cried in response. How could she tell her queen that the child she was carrying was that of her husband?

Lola had gone out in secret and met with a physician in town. She had been in disguise so no one would be able to recognize her. The physician told her that he could terminate the pregnancy so her reputation wouldn´t be ruined. Lola, the poor girl, had been desperate enough to agree. She had kept it a secret. She told Mary that she had lost the baby. No one would ever know.

That was until her health started to drastically deteriorate. She had collapsed the following day while helping Mary dress for the day. Mary hadn´t known what to do. She had called for Nostradamus who came rushing to help. He hadn´t waited for the guards to move her as he scooped her from the floor and walked with hastened steps toward the infirmary with Mary tailing not far behind. She had sent a servant to tell Francis that she wouldn´t be able to meet with him as planned that afternoon.

She had put two and two together when Francis had come rushing to see what was wrong. It hadn´t been hard to guess from the pained expression on his face when Nostradamus told him that she had tried to terminate the pregnancy, that he was the father. She didn´t want to believe it. She went the rest of the day trying to convince herself that what she had seen wasn´t what she thought it was.

She couldn´t take it anymore when Francis came into their shared chambers that night. She hadn´t looked at him. She focused everything she had on keeping her breathing steady and trying to keep herself calm.

"Was it your child?" she asked bluntly. She hadn´t sugarcoated it. She wanted to know the truth. She couldn´t take any more lies.

Francis had kept quiet and she was thankful that she wasn´t looking at his face. She got up from her chair and grabbed her dress rope.

"I´ll be sleeping in my old chambers tonight."

She hadn´t looked at him and she had stayed in her chambers the following day, claiming to be feeling too unwell to attend any meetings or any of the meals. All food was brought to her by servants.