So this is my first attempt to write a fanfic in English so forgive if I have some grammar errors or anything like that. Before I continue writting I would like to know if you want me to continue writing of this is a crap and you are not into it. Please, just be honest with me because I accept every single opinion that made me grow as a writer. I really hope you enjoy. :)

There here was Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland, sit in the grass near to the castle where she lives now. The castle that it were now her home. Home! That was so many time she doesn't see her home, her country. Times that it belongs to her past life. Mary sighs sadly missing so much her homeland, her family.

- Lost in thoughts? – Francis approached silently from her, observing her. Mary startled looking up and opens a small smile in her face.

- Yes… No… I mean… - Mary muddle but quickly reset looking at him sitting right next to her. Francis smiles liking to watch her confusion. – I really don't want to talk about that. – She looks down and look away, putting her hand into the sweat grass.

- Okay then. – Francis says and doesn't insist in the matter. He continues looking at her. – After the recent on goings with the Portuguese prince… - He makes a pause observing Mary lift up her head to look at his eyes. – I thought you would enjoy some company. – He finishes and saw her opening a big smile on her face. Always so concerned about people and she really wants that him worry about her, that he continues to help her, that he protects her.

- Thank you. – Mary thanks him deeply. He hold her hand gently, squeezing her softly. It was undeniable that they were meant to be, that them were soul mates. The way that's everything sound so easily, and the way it seemed that was no else in the world beyond them when they were together.

But every great love story has their obstacles, and this is not an exception. This is not the end… it's only the beginning.