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I woke up with a splitting pain in my side, dizzy, my mouth dry and no idea what was going on.
Women in old fashioned nuns habits stood over me saying "breath just breath child it will be over soon", a tugging feeling and pain as my skin was pulled, I couldn't look as a few of the women where holding me down. I passed out from the pain hoping things would make more sense when I woke up again.

This time when I awoke I was alone in a a stone room, I slowly sat up feeling like I was being stabbed and carefully made my way to a mirror and basin.

Staring out of the mirror pale from bloodless was Adelaide Kane younger than I had ever seen her but Adelaide Kane.

I reached up and touched my face and watched her do the same.

No, this couldn't be happening, that can't be me. I passes out again.

I woke up and was met with a Nun standing nearby she glanced over and upon seeing me awake walked over.

"Now than, after putting your healing back last time you aren't to be left alone again Mary. Now do you remember how you got your first injury?"

I stared up in confusion before remembering first waking up here the pain and being held down and tugging feeling. Suddenly I remember being on horseback and the feeling of being chased, knocked from my horse and a man with a knife, fighting back and then dizzy, hot wetness, touching my chest and seeing red before darkness.

"I was attacted by a man, he tried to kill me and he failed"

"Yes your highness, that sounds like what we were told, we stitched you up and you almost set back our work by getting up and walking on your own. Tore a few of the stitches but we put new ones in. You are here until further notice, and will be in this room until deemed healed enough to join the others. You will stay in the bed and only get up with help, bring this bell if you ned it."

It was all I got before she walked out of the room and I was left to try and figure out what had happened to me. I knew now that I was Queen Mary Stuart, that she had been sent to a French Convent and unknowingly to anyone but me died before reaching it. Killed by an assassin for reasons unknown to me outside of being a child queen and betrothed to the French dauphin.

From what I could see I was in the tv show Reign, but I couldn't be the naive Mary from the show. On the plus side I would have years to adjust to make plans. On the minus side I had never been able to make long term plans, now my life depends on me making plans, hoping I don't have canon Mary's problem with conceiving and carrying a child to term, saving Francis and hoping I don't have to fight my future mother in law.

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I adjusted slowly. A French Convent is not somewhere I ever imagined myself. I didn't throw a fit or act like a spoilt brat which I thought was very mature of me considering I had no idea what happened to lead me to being stuck like this. Thankfully I knew being active was encouraged considering she was playing ball in the first episode. I worked out, worked on my singing abilities, training myself to run, distance and endurance.

I had worked on a farm before, knew how to spin wool, I now had memories that weren't Mary's. I tried not to think about it or look a gift horse in the mouth. These new memories she didn't have seemed to be what I wanted, training to lead armies, deal with crop shortages, deal with plagues, stop riots from starving peasants, how to inspire people, all the lessons Sansa Stark got in Game of Thrones got during the show.

Still going from modern day America to the French countryside in 1551 was a hell of a mind fuck. I was 9 years old now, in a completely different body and had 6 years to adjust and plan for what I know happened in the show, on the plus side I now seem to have complete knowledge on the show. But I'd never had an entire country hanging on my actions, and I was trapped in a convent until I was 15 and would be watched, have to deal with both Francis and Sebastian and then I have to deal with court and the backstabbing and threats. In the show Cathrine De Medici had hated Mary and tried to sabotage her at every turn because of Nostradamus prediction that she would be the death of Francis.

Still I had 6 years to plan, 6 years to scheme and make backup plans on top of backup plans. Mary had been ignorant of the ways of court and the life of royals in tv shows I wasn't. It wasn't shocking that a prince had been sleeping around when his betrothed wasn't around, or that he'd done so after, it wasn't shocking that Kenna had failed as the Kings Mistress because she had none of the knowledge and security that Diane had held, she'd been his mistress since they were teenagers and had birthed his firstborn, she had been above Cathrine since before his marriage, Kenna was an insecure Teenager who had none of that working for her, Greer honestly had had the best outcome, becoming a successful madam, being a good mother and saving her husband even not knowing if he would stick by her considering she'd had a bastard while he was in prison, she had the best outcome.

I couldn't be a madam but I could employ them, I knew religion was BIG during this time period and had lead to multiple wars but I'd been Agnostic. Maybe there were god(s) in the world maybe not but I'd never seen evidence either way. Dealing with the knowledge I was going to have to fake having religious beliefs until I died was an exhausting thought. Thankfully my ADHD seemed lessened or at least the worst aspects I'd had to deal with were gone. I hadn't started my period or puberty yet, my memory wasn't as messed up as it had been but I started getting really cryptic dreams, one had included children, Francis is there looking proud and I have no idea how to feel about it.

I followed instructions for prayer, cooking, exercise, and basically everything I was instructed to do, planning, plotting and hoping with everything inside me that I lived to a ripe old age with lots of children and wasn't executed my my son or cousin.