Mary looked at Francis and walked towards him "Francis, my love..." She breathed, grabbing his arms and pulling him to a halt. "We cannot threaten anyone who threatens me. I am a Foreign Queen in a Foreign land, there will be many who will not be happy about my presence here, and the support that France gives Scotland." She told him.

"If you did, there may be very few people left to rule." She said with a light tone, trying to defuse the situation.

Yes, she had been grabbed, and hurt, but the guards had got to them before any real damage could be done. She would recover, the people who get their punishment, and things would be as normal. In the grand scheme of things, it was a very minor incident.

Her hands stroked up his arms. "It is unfortunately something as a Foreign Queen that is bound to happen, but as long as I have you to come back to, I will survive."