~ mother was still alive. But that was hundreds of years in the future. Rose thought of bringing up having her mother raise Francis, however that was a horrible idea.

~ may be right. *Turning to the love of her life, she couldn't stop crying.* We can't leave little Francis here. We are in danger of being killed as it is. As will he. He is next in line. *She didn't know what they could do with him. But they could not leave him in France. Rose thanked God her ~

~ rule the way you tell them because they are scared." Your half brother is dead as a Protestant. Your mother died of her illness. Many of the clans are gone." Mary's tears fell freely now as she sat down. "How could they let thos happen? My brother James is dead, my cousin... Sir John, I think you~

~ Scotland in her absence. "Your twin sister Agnes and her husband Bash." She nodded to Bash. "I assumed he was here to help you take the throne again." Mary began to cry.* Are my sister and Bash anything like us? Have you met them? *Claude nodded "I have met them. They fear you greatly and only ~

~ happened and we are so sorry. *She hugged her. Catherine pushed Mary aside and pulled Claude to her breast. "My daughter. I will make sure you are fine." Mary sighed.* Catherine, will you stop. *Mary asked Claude to sit down and explained where they were from and asked who was ruling Scotland and~

~ may be dead. I don't know the status of Scotland. Perhaps Claude knows something. *She called for Claude. When she was brought to them, Claude fell to her knees and begged for her life. Mary handed Francis III to her husband. Making her way to Claude, she pulled her up.* We know what what ~

*She nodded at Sir John and took Francis' hand.* I think this Claude would be good for the realm. But let's see who is available to rule over Scotland and England. Especially since my cousin is dead with no heirs. I have no idea if I have a brother and if he is alive. He was a Protestant. My mother~

~ however, how could we stay here to rule over France, Spain, Navarre, England and Scotland? Half of the countrymen are dead. It's.. *Mary began to cry.*

*Mary placed baby Francis over her shoulder soothing him. His infant arms wrapped around her neck best they could.* We can't stay here. We belong in our world. Elizabeth will put someone from Spain on Francis' throne. Yes we left Marguerite at home, so she could take the throne in our absence, ~

~ Mary Queen of Scot's son.*

~ dead here too. I'm not sure. They all looked too shocked to see you. *The babe began crying and Mary began soothing him.* Hey hey hey. I may not be your mother but I will protect you while I'm here Francis. I promise you. *With my life she thought. This boy did not come from my body but he's ~

~ sent away so no one would think twice why they are here now. But if you... not you but the other you has this babe.. will he kill your brothers to keep them from the throne? *Catherine slammed her hand down. "Oh he will not. They are MY sons!" Mary looked at her.* Catherine, I think you may be ~

~ which was growing with their own child.* You can't sentence Claude to death. Banish her Francis.* But then she could cause a coup.* Perhaps if we meet with her? Let her know who we are? We obviously can't bring her back with us. Because their would be two Claudes. Luckily your brothers were ~

~ she nodded giving her a stern face to play a part she hated.* Good. I'd hate to see what would have happened of he died. Not get out. *The woman left and Mary broke down. How can anyone be this cruel? And Francis they have a babe. How would they have raised him? *She took hold of her own belly ~

~ actually loyal to us or just out of fear? *Suddenly a were nurse came in with a babe. "Oh, Your Magesty it is so good to see you alive. I hid with Francis just like you told me too." She handed Mary a baby boy by the name of Francis III. Turning to Francis her eyes wide. And back to the wet nurse~

~ even on a different Earth we are this different. Even your mother had Kenna drawn and quartered for sleeping with your father. The same as Diane after Bash was born. *No she hadn't been the one to wish to tell Bash that, but she was sure he wondered where his mother was.* Sir John are there many ~

*Mary took @kingfrances.bsky.social hand in hers so firmly. Her other hand went to her mouth to cover her gasp.* I would never murder my countrymen. Especially children. My cousin never once threatened to kill the Catholics. They lived in relative harmony in England. Oh Francis I cannot believe ~

~ the remaining food.* Sit down and have dinner. *She eyed Bash suspiciously concerned as to what they had actually been doing. After all their daughter was still a maid. Or at least she had believed her daughter's word.*

*Mary listened and her eyes went soft.* So you had nothing to do with it. In fact they were lying? *As she awaited his answer it was then that @margueritedevalois.bsky.social and @bashdepoitiers.bsky.social entered holding hands.* It looks like you two had fun. You missed dinner. *She motioned to ~