So, the Scots became Calvinists . . . and the Hugenots were Calvinists . . . and now they're united. The result is clear. Draka Scotland.
HA! Actually, I was reading the gorey details of 16th century Scottish history today (perhaps paying serious attention for the first time) and frankly they seem already pretty Draka without any alteration necessary.
It seems like it's not just a pleasant spring day for a Scottish noble of the period unless he leads a bloody insurrection, conspires with a foreign power, abducts poor Norwegian girls and abandons them for the hell of it, sires offspring so as to die melodramatically immediately after their birth, abducts, seduces, dethrones, bigamously marries or is exploded by Mary Queen of Scots, commits a bit of light sodomy with James, and does something crazy involving Stirling Castle. Am I wrong? Well, am I?
I get the idea this crowd runs a bit rough for Catherine de Medici's boys.
I think the matter ends with Francis II's first visit to Scotland, which concludes in a finale brutal enough to inspire a John Webster play.