This is my first reign fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy it. I really am starting to love reign and the relationship between francis and Mary.

It had been days since our confrontation. We had spoken to each other. We were both still so angry. Even though we were sitting next to each other and his hand was on mine, I could feel the ice cold distance. We smiled at one another. But all of it, the touching hands and the smiling, it was all for appearances. If anyone knew that we were not on good terms, they'd use us for political games.

I could see Olivia giving me glares from across the table. Sure enough, francis would probably comfort her later. My hand clenched the fork I was holding. But I took a deep breath. I couldn't let this effect me or make anyone think it was anyway, especially not Francis. I would not give him the upper hand. It would just show others that I was weak. I had to be strong. I had to be strong for my country. That was the only thing that mattered. Francis was right. I couldn't let jealousy cloud my judgement. I had to rule with my head and not my heart. If he wanted to keep his distance from me, so be it. I could do the same.

I had excused myself from dinner early saying I was tired from today's events. Nothing much had happened, except for long walks though. I could see his blue eyes on me. Was it a look of concern? No, I was just imagining things, right? I didn't look at him and just walked away to my room.

Once, I got to my room I collapsed onto my bed. I hugged my pillow tightly against me. One single tear fell but that was all. I wasn't going to cry, especially not for him. I missed home. I missed my mum. If I was just a girl, not the queen of Scotland, life would be easier. I wouldn't have to marry for politics but for love. I had once thought I was lucky because francis and I got along so well but now... Now, I didn't know. We're we to turn into his parents?

I heard a quiet knock on my door. I thought it was the servants so I told them to go. I didn't need any help getting into bed. But they kept knocking. I sighed, getting up and opening the door. His blue eyes were the first thing that I saw.
"What-what are you doing here?" I asked him, surprised to see him outside my door.
"I came to see if you were okay." He said softly.
I saw that he really meant it but he made it perfectly clear that he didn't want anything to do with me until we were married. "Why do you care?" I asked a bit harshly.
He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. Before he could say something, I saw the blonde girl that I disliked coming towards us. "Francis, there you are. I was wondering where you went off to." She said but Francis never left his eyes off me. I could see her annoyance at Francis' lack of attention start to seep into her expression. "Didn't you say you wanted to show me something in your room." She said touching him, giggling. She smirked in my direction.
I could feel my eyes were like daggers towards them. "You should probably go. Don't let me stop you." I said coldly to him.
Olivia pulled him away but he glanced back towards me as he walked away. I closed my door and lay down in my bed. My heart felt like someone was cutting it, very slowly. I closed my eyes, hoping that the pain would stop.