Days have passed. I got myself up on my feet to show my people in court that their princess is stable enough to handle the country temporarily. I'm a little bit okay compared to the other day. Uncle James stood by me when I sat down on the throne.

A message from the King of Germany, King Philippe, was delivered to me.

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Young Princess Alexandra,

I am truly sorry for what my son did to you. This is an abhorrent act of treason. I will not let him get away from his wrongdoings and his mortifying faults. I hope Scotland will not take this as a sign of war against our country. Please keep our alliance and accept our nation's gold, lumber, grains, and men. Though he is my son, he deserves to be put up with what he did. May you get well and have a full recovery soon. Again, I am deeply sorry for what happened.

King Philippe of Germany

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I first gave the news to Uncle James and the privy council. I proceeded to announce to my people afterwards that there would be lumber and wheat to be added to our stocks of resources for the people and that there would be more men that would stand by our side as promised by the German Court. All applauded and enjoyed the great news.

Lord Darnley went to me and asked, "Are they from Germany?"

I nodded and said, "I knew it would still be beneficial."

"You are successful, Alex."

"Of course." I smiled and went back to my room after the conference. A letter from Marco was given to me.

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Alexandra

How are you? I heard what happened to you. I will still be here waiting. I am willing to wait if you're ready again to accept marriage. I will personally go there for you. I miss you already. Take care, Alex.

Marco

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How sweet of him to wait willingly. To be honest, I think I'm already falling in love with him. After all, he's a nice gentleman, intelligent, and full of wit, and a friend of mine.That would be great. Plus, he's a king already, but actually, I don't mind if he's a king or not. I just want my best friend to be a permanent part of my life—as my husband.

So far, Scotland is in good hands. No problems occurred. I was told that the Queen was set to leave Germany early this morning. Therefore, we are waiting for the Queen's arrival from Germany. Did she convince the king? I hope she did. I'm also excited about telling her about King Marco. Our agenda when she gets back here is to plan for her upcoming royal wedding.

Hours later, the Queen of Scots' arrival was announced to the Scottish court, so I immediately got dressed to welcome my mother back. The Queen stepped off her carriage with a beautiful smile on her face and came to me with a tight hug.

"I did it." She whispered.

"Oh my god! Thank you, mother! "

"And I see that you also did a great job here." She smiled.

"Of course, I've realized that it's in my blood." I boasted.

While we were going inside the Scottish Court, I told her the message I got from Marco and King Philippe.

"The men, gold, and resources are already here together with the message."

"That's great, but I think there'll be more of that to be delivered here." She laughed.

"What?"

"Yes, because they appreciated our mercy on their son and that we were still keeping the alliance. I think the first one was for peace offering and this one, maybe for gratitude. "

"That's great! I mean, the Queen of Scots personally went to their country. I think, first of all, that's special. " I laughed.

"Wait!!! So, about King Marco. Will you accept it if he ever proposes to you? "

"Of course, mother, I like him."

"All right," she said, smiling. "Just to make sure. At least I know what to say to him if ever it happens. "

"Mother!"

"We should plan your wedding already!"

"Ah yes!"

So we planned the wedding and the guest lists. Well, Lord Darnley actually invited his own comrades to the wedding. My mother invited our most powerful allies and close friends. Some that provide for the needs of Scotland are the most special guests at the wedding. For example, the Duchess of Ferrara, Lucrezia de Medici, is an investor in Scotland and is also related to me. I think she's my father's aunt, making me her grandchild through his nephew—my dear father, King Francis II.

We are actually a week away from the grand royal wedding of the Queen of Scots to Lord Darnley. It's Wednesday. Maybe by Monday morning or afternoon, guests will start to arrive for the wedding the next day. Lord Darnley appeared to be on the good side over the last few days. I do hope that on the wedding day itself, he'll be good.

I went to visit my mother in her chambers. I asked her how everything was because she looked angry and betrayed.

"I thought it was all real. I felt my feelings for him every time we kissed. "

"What? I don't understand. "

"Lord Darnley?"

"Why? What's wrong? "

"He still insists on adding the crown matrimonial. If he becomes a king, he can easily dethrone me. or even deprive you of your birthright to the crown. "

"Then don't give him the crown matrimonial."

"It's not that easy. He's really into it. He wants it and he will do everything to get it. "

"I know, but I will help you, mother."

"Just don't give it to him no matter what."

"We don't know yet about his capabilities. He might execute me when he's in charge. "

"Although it is possible, don't think like that. We don't need negativity for now. "

"He suddenly became different compared to his actions these past few weeks. He became aggressive the moment I denied his request. "

What can I do to help my mother? This was part of his plan all along. He's too eager to have power of his own. What should we do about this matter? Queen Mary needs him for the English crown. Well, as I call him a political necessity, I should at least do something. Maybe Grandma could think of something like a plan. When she arrives here in Scotland for mother's wedding, I should tell her about this.