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The young Queen of Scotland finds herself a captive in England.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 482 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-23-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2337529
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Warning: Bad grammar, since English is not my first language
Disclaimer: The characters belonged to themselves. No offence meant. This is pure fiction and NOT historical fact. Despite that, this fic belongs to me.
Summary: The young Queen of Scotland finds herself a captive in England.
Author's notes: This is my second attempt on Mary, Queen of Scots. To owe the truth, she is not one of my favourite historical figures, but her story was really a sad one. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story. Reviews are more than welcome, as usual!
This place is a prison, not protection or home.
She, the heretic bastard who called herself Queen of England, lured me here and imprisoned me. I, Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, am alone, without friends and allies in this unfamiliar country.
I blame myself for being so naïve. I am the rightful heir to the throne of England, and she, the pretender, would do anything to secure her so-called rightful throne. In believing her, I am here in this house, in England, a prisoner.
How dare she do this? I am not only the Queen of Scots who was driven away by her ungrateful subjects, but I am also a Queen of France. Because of those traitors in Scotland, I was forced to abdicate, to make way for my son, barely an infant. Because of them, I am here, suffering, being demeaned to a prisoner.
My son should not reign. It is not his time yet. I was a fool to believe that Elizabeth Tudor's sweet words. I was given the hope of regaining my throne, and was lured to this poor, sinful England that betrayed the true religion.
I shall not content to stay here forever. I am young and I have beauty. I, Mary, Queen of Scots, deserve to have her freedom, and hopefully I would have another chance to marry a good man. Francis was a sick boy, Darnley was a fool and I never preferred Bothwell. They did not deserve to have me. I am too good for them. I deserve a better man, a better marriage.
But I am stuck here. What shall I do? Would my Catholic allies save me, and give me my rightful title of the Queen of England? Elizabeth, the heretic, the illegitimate child of Henry VIII, will not have the final victory. God will bless me, the true and legitimate Queen of England and Scotland.
Now, I just have to be patient. The war between me and Elizabeth has just begun. I will wait, wait for rescue. I may have few friends in England, but there will always be someone to help me. All I have to do is to wait, and to grasp the first chance to freedom.