~Freya's POV~

When we arrive at French Court, my children's nannies hold them as we stand outside of the carriage. We see the royal family before us along with the king's whore and his bastard. Walking forward, we curtsy before the family "Ah! Freya!" Queen Catherine and I smile at one another, she pulls me into her embrace and kisses my cheek "my" she strokes my hair "so wonderful to have you with us here at court"

"Wonderful to be here, my queen"

"Catherine" she corrects "even though your husband is dead we are still family" I smile nodding my head "and what beautiful children you have"

"Thank you" motioning for them forward "your graces these are the twins James and Valentina"

"Habe they started to speak?" Catherine asked

"Buonasera, le tue grazie" Good evening, your graces at such a young age the two can speak full sentences.

Catherine smiles clapping her hands "Ben fatto" well done "please" she waves "come in and rest from your long journey"

~Time Skip~

"So how far along are you?" Lady Portia Benoit asks me, see a couple of hours ago a feast was held to welcome me and my children to court. I have been by Catherine's side as we mingle with the guests.

"About five months" I rub my pregnancy belly which is showing but not a lot like when I was with the twins, so I suspect I am only having a single baby.

"This must be a hard time for you" Lady Penelope De La Cruz speaks "going through pregnancy without your husband by your side"

"You know" Catherine comes to my size by saying "we should introduce you to the Moraue's" she pulls me aside "for the record I hated Andre Rinaldi"

"You did?" I ask as we have some wine or she does, I have water "but he was family"

"Yes, but a disgrace" she doesn't hold back "I know about your late husband's indiscretions" I still "my dear" she placed a hand on my arm "Andre was a cruel man, one that I am glad is gone"

"Catherine?" I ask "did you know a Lord Aleksander Ozera?"

"Why yes" nodding her head "your husband too, see the two were friends before Andre's passing. Something caused the two to hate one another, I do not know what" and something tells me she doesn't like not knowing "so he made sure there was no mention of Aleksander at all" explains the brutality for the first year of my marriage.

"Oh" Catherine looks over "Henry is waving me over, have fun my dear" she leaves my side, and I breathe out relieved.

"Too much" looking over I see Francis join my side "my mother?"

"As much as I appreciate the feast" looking at Francis "I just really want to retire to my chambers and rest"

"Understandable" Francis nods his head "you had a long trip in your current condition" offering his arm "let me escort you to your chambers"

"Thank you" taking his arm, we head to my chambers. When we get to my chambers, I look to Francis "thank you, Francis" he nods his head before leaving. I undress before heading to bed, and when I do I fall asleep thinking of Aleksander.

"La mia regina" Aleksander rubs my pregnant belly as we sit underneath a tree. I was reading by myself a ghost story when Aleksander joined me sitting under the tree. James and Valentina run around us, Aleksander places his hands on my growing belly and the baby kicks "this, this is perfect"

"What?" turning my head to look at him

"My beautiful wife" placing his head on my shoulder "our two beautiful children, another baby on the way...hopefully many more" smiling I look around before the sky that was once blue darkens and Aleksander has blood covering him and my children lay dead at my side. My belly was once swollen with child is now flat and blood runs down my legs.

Gasping, I look around my room and place a hand on my belly willing the baby to kick and when it does I sigh relieved. Getting up, I grab the three-arm candelabra before heading to pray. When I get there, I get on my knees and pray.

"Something troubling you?" jumping, I get up and see Francis.

"Pr"

"Francis" he waves his hand "we are to one day be brother and sister, now? What is troubling you?"

"Can we do this over something to eat?" I ask, he nods his head and we go to the kitchen.

"So" we grab some apples and sit down "what's troubling you?"

"A bad dream" he waves for me to continue "two years ago I met a friend of my late husband's, my husband convinced me he wasn't real until your mother told me otherwise" Francis listens intently "I had a dream that we were married until the dream darkened and he was covered in blood, I was no longer pregnant and my children were all dead" tears run down my face.

Francis takes my hand and rubs his thumb on my hand in a soothing motion "it was just a dream, I am certain that isn't true"

"I know" nodding my head "but it was a bad feeling"

"If you would like" he suggests "we could pray together for you and the safety of your family"

"I'd like that very much" Francis takes my hands in his and we pray.