She was living in a castle, in the Scottish Highlands. Her eyes were brown, a light, bright and pretty brown. Her hair was brown too but a dark, almost black brown. Up there, in the Highlands, her life was a dream. Her father was Lair of the castle and she was loved by everyone. She read lots of books, was taught how to behave and how to fight. She wasn't a simple daughter. She was meant to great things. When she turned 16, her beloved father invited suitors to a party. That is where she met him : the love of her life. Two years older than her, he was powerful, brave and handsome. They talked for hours. They started to walk together. The lady could see the looks on them. Who might he be ? So she asked and he answered « I am the futur King ». Troubled by this revelation, the young girl performed a curtsy. He then took her hand and bowed to her when she straightened herself. After this, he kissed the hand and say out loud « I have found my bride, the Queen to be ». And there was a long night after this. The weeding was planed for the next month, right before the coronation day. A simple lady, becoming a Queen. Her father couldn't dream more. And she was the happiest on Earth.
A couple day after, she left her home, hugging them tight. Next time, she will see them, she will be about to be married. And she rode in his carriage. They talked until there was nothing more to say. So she looked at the window. The beautiful country side of her home. They arrived by sundown at a beautiful castle where they slept for the night before going on the road again. They did this for a week before reaching for the royal castle, down in Edinburgh. She was so happy to be in this city. She had never traveled and in less than a week, she was engaged and saw miles of landscapes. But the groom to be was now occupied almost every second. She explored the castle, the ground and the city. As the day of her weeding grew closer, she started to have questions. One day, she knocked at his bedroom door. He opened, only wearing his kilt. She blushed to see her futur husband in this outfit before the big day. As she entered, she noticed a couch where she went to sit. He sat next to her, took her hand in his. « What is the matter my dear? » he asked, she told him her fears and worries. He gently took her in his arm, reassuring her. And she felt asleep in his arms, after many tears and many hours of talking.
When she woke up the next morning, she was in her bedroom, on her bed. Maybe the King brought her there. She never knew. The weeding day was closer and closer. In the morning of the weeding day, she ran by the secret passageway to see him in his room. Even if it was love at first sight, they grew fond of each other as time passed. On this big day, they kissed for the first time. She felt her entire body wanting him and he wanted the same. But they knew they would have the night together. So she left by the secret passageway. They said « I do » in a beautiful cathedral, where thousands of people were invited, including her parents. They were happy and in love. There was a huge feast for them, all day long. Around midnight, they left to consume their weeding in front of a few people. She was so scare, so tense. He look at her in her eyes « Just look at me » and they made love for the first time. It was obvious they were meant for each other, their bodies were meant to be joined together. Their hands found each other perfectly. He was so loving, gentle with her. She felt complete, as did he. The people in the room left but they kept on going. They needed each other. They waited for so long to find each other like this. They made love more than once. Learning every single part of their bodies together.
The next day, they became Queen and King of Scotland. Four months later, she was pregnant with their first children. The unnamed boy was stillborn. The Queen was devastated for weeks and only her husband was authorized with her. He waited for her to feel good again to try to have more children together. The next year, a boy who was named James, just like his father, was born in Stirling Castle, where the royal family was for a politic affair. Years passed, five other children were born. The King and the Queen were happy together. She helped him with some matters, she was here for him every single day. Except at the Roxburgh Castle where, at the age of 29, The King, her beloved husband, was killed by his own cannon. The widow was ravaged by it. She ordered the destruction of this bloody castle. But she carried on, and was regent for three years, before she passed away, at 29 herself, leaving her eleven years old son behind.