◥ bastard born ◤ { ♫! }

[licnslament-blog]

          would anyone like a starter? 

[scotsqceen-blog]

                                                                   her head dips toward the hand that caresses her skin, a soft smile brightening her features. he brings her such joy, and makes her feel entirely whole. it’s a bliss she had always dreamt of allowing to consume her, and turn her world upside down. queen mary is who she would always be, at least until the day she died. her duty to her people, but in this very moment with his hand so gently placed upon her cheek, she herself feels taken care of. safe, even. for the first time in a long time she could feel the warmth of rosy cheeks beaming with admiration. 

                                            ’ as you are mine. ’ and he certainly was. this went unnoticed for weeks, however. she was far too concerned with the danger she brought to court ( for one person in particular ), than permitting herself to open up to the man she so suddenly agreed to marry. heartbreak swallowed her whole. she quite literally felt as if she were drowning.        but now? as her head is tilted to the side, and her hand is coming to collapse around sebastian’s forearm there is a peace about her that causes her eyelashes to bat. eyes scanning the sight before her. ’ i knew we could count on you! ’ with bash, there is a childlike type of light that shines through. 

                                                                                                 ‘ let’s fetch the boys, shall we? ‘

[licnslament-blog]

                       HIS SMILE MATCHES HERS,  despite the unease he always felt in                                   his veins when he was  permitted  to be like this with her.  he had                                   the fear that francis would return here --- that she would FORGET                                   him all together & return to francis’ arms. he had to be there ------                                  in her mind.     he was not   d a f t  enough to believe that he had                                     removed her longest love from her heart in the matter of days. 

                                 he chuckles softly & cannot help but momentarily  F O R G E T   his                                   worries as the sunlight brushes her face & is practically OUTSHINED                                   by her smile. he nods & clears his throat,     nodding towards the exit. 

                                             ❛ i’m sure they’ll be more than pleased to see you.                                              would it be far too outlandish to  race  you there?                                             if i remember,      you were quite FAST as a child.  ❜

[valoisprincess-blog]

          wide,  worried  eyes  look  to  her  half-brother  as  he  attempts  to      reassure her.     roseate mien forms a softer expression, corners of lips      peaking upwards ever so slightly. PAIN still stings in her ankle, evident      by the set of her brows,  but his words,   and his presence,  calm her as      much they can.  ‘ well, if we’re going to be technical, harm already HAS      come my way, ’      she points out, if only to be difficult, though a smirk      plays at her lips. always in good fun.      ‘ not sure I’m so strong as you      claim, but … thank you. ’

[licnslament-blog]

             his hands are sturdy from years of labor. it comes in use                 in times like THESE. ( not that claude weighed a pound really. )   he can                 tell she’s TRYING to calm herself; that at least puts him with a hint                 of ease. her attempts to frustrate him fall on deaf ears.     he’s                 been her brother for too long to let her get that far under his skin.                 ❛ you ARE. you’re MY sister after all. had to learn it somewhere.  ❜                his  tone  is   C H E E K Y   as  he carries her down one of  the  long                 corridors of the castle to the infirmary. the place still truly feels OFF                 without nostradamus.     he sets her down onto the bed & kneels                 beside it as one of the nurse maidens comes to inspect her wound. 

                                 ❛ shall i stay? or are you going to be a big girl &                                              stick this one out by yourself?   ❜

[sovereigncrown-blog]

“Perhaps – though at this point I’m not sure if I can. All I can really do i be a good       husband to Mary – not just a king.” though sometimes the burden of wearing the       crown came at much higher price than he could have imagined – or have wanted.       He knew his brother only meant to help, regardless of any previous involvement      he may have had with Mary.

[licnslament-blog]

                     it was important to remember what been his choice,                       & what had NOT. seeking mary HAD been. the crown? not at all.                           so, he could comprehend where louis was coming from.  it was                           like staring STRAIGHT in to the sun & not expecting yourself to                           go BLIND the moment mary so much as smiled in your direction.                           however, his mind could not WANDER to his loss now.  however,                           a part of his heart ACHED  to know that an affair with the bourbon                           prince was a risk to mary’s LIFE. that much he could not  tolerate. 

                                                ❛ -------she quite enjoys the outdoors. perhaps                                                 you  could lure her to  spend time with you                                                 there.  i could keep prince condé busy with me                                                 in the town.    there’s still the trouble with the                                                 white witch.  -----bring the BOYS. remind her of                                                 what she wants most; WITH YOU, not louis. ❜            

[licnslament-blog]

             ❛ you can’t actually  expect my mother to tolerate this,               right?  ❜ he scoffs, brows raising in SURPRISE at his father. perhaps                  not so much surprise as  a m u s e m e n t.      his mother’s wrath was                  one he’d seen many a time.  // @lionoffrance

[valoisprincess-blog]

          he is of the few privileged to pick her up so tactlessly without an  EXTRA bout      of squawking. pout remains etched into delicate mien as tiny hands grasp at his      shoulders. a minuscule attempt to make less a burden of herself, easier to be carried.      ‘ you wouldn’t DARE— father would rise up out of his grave and have every one of      your HEADS should I be given such a disrespectful ceremony. ’ she shifts in his arms,      head canting in attempt to assess the damage. ‘ there’s BLOOD, Bash. ’ and there is      a hint of worry in her tone, though it is covered quickly by further dramatics. ‘ what if      it’s BROKEN? Bash, what if I never walk again? ’

[licnslament-blog]

                   grating as she may be,      she was still his younger sister.                         she & francis had  always  treated him like their  BROTHER,                         even when catherine denounced him as  D I S R E S P E C T F U L.                             he could only hope to repay them somehow. so, as she begins                         to WORRY, he gives her legs a gentle squeeze.    ❛ do not worry                        so much, claude. believe me, if it were BROKEN, you would know.                          broken bones are a nasty business.  besides, i’ve always been                        convinced you were made of stone, like catherine, ❜ he teases.                         ❛ you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.    truly. all                         will be well -------- you’re in MY care. i wouldn’t dare to let any                                           sort of harm truly come your way.   ❜

[dorinatullija-blog]

Did you know that 48 hours ago I had not one but two suitors fighting for my hand in marriage? And now I have none.

[licnslament-blog]

                  ❛  you’ll have to forgive me --- i didn’t mean to                       speak out of line. brother or not, you’re still the king.                       you can handle your own affairs, i’m quite sure.  ❜ // @sovereigncrown

[valoisprincess-blog]

          ‘ actually, I’m quite certain that I am DYING, Bash ! ’ final syllables are delivered with an entirely overdramatic tone. ‘ and, if I am, you’ll soon be SORRY that your last words to me were words of SLANDER, rather than love and concern as a GOOD brother would speak to his DYING little sister. ’ pout forms upon plush lips, brows knit together in a futile attempt to guilt him into doting on her. ‘ AND, ’ she continues, truly giving him no chance to argue back, ‘ should certain death be coming for me, I intend for it to be known by ALL OF FRANCE. I also expect that you and the rest of the family will send me off with the most extravagant funeral ever to seen by man. ’ if nothing else, she is certainly her mother’s daughter.

[licnslament-blog]

                  ❛  you truly are grating, you realize that, right?  ❜      he                       eyes her, lips curling in a SCOWL.  she was his sister, though,                       & he couldn’t leave her to  S C R E A M  in the gardens. ❛ here,                      let me carry you----  ❜ he murmurs, lifting her up into his arms,                       holding the back of her knees.   he starts carrying her inside.                       ❛   i was thinking we’d bury you in a plain wooden box in the                      woods. perhaps leave the grave unmarked.    seems FITTING                      to leave your death unnoticed,            as your life has been so                                                 very OSTENTATIOUS.  ❜

[licnslament-blog]

                ❛ must you be so loud? truly, the entire castle is going                    to hear your shrieking --------- not that they haven’t heard many                        a time before--------- the injury isn’t THAT bad.     you simply                   scraped your ankle. i do believe you’ll LIVE. ❜  // @valoisprincess

[licnslament-blog]

          would anyone like a starter? 

[scotsqceen-blog]

                                             the smile plastered upon her features stretches from ear to ear. ’ well, you could educate me. swordsmanship peaks enough interest. ’ there was a world of difference between bash, and francis. it just so happens that everything she has ever wanted for herself ( when it comes to love ), quite literally spells out bash’s name. he looks at her as if she were the rays of sun lighting up his world; a world where labels are thrown his way before one takes the time to get to know the man behind the bastard title. he’s not only kind, but he’s humble, and kind-hearted. a cool drink of water that satisfies the sting of losing the one she loves, yet gaining another who puts her before any other. before FRANCE. what m o r e could she ask for?  

                          his quick expression change catches her attention. she watches for a moment, reading his countenance, and absorbing his tone. ’ unless, of course you have greater duties that require your attention. ’ it was clear this was far from what was anticipated, and she didn’t want to disappoint, nor impel him to spend precious time with those whom he didn’t want to spend it with. ’ you needn’t worry, truly. i am capable of watching over them, but some fresh air will do them well.      i did tell catherine that i would care for them. ’ perhaps the silent side of her wanted him to join, because well… it would be good practice for someday.

[licnslament-blog]

                 he couldn’t turn her down, even if he wanted to. not that he did, anyway. to spend time with his younger brothers was a duty he had to take on for himself. people would want to hurt them -- he HAD to protect them, as the family had always protect bash before. the boys were too young to understand or deserve any of this, anyway. sebastian was not a CRUEL man. not by choice. his hands come to intertwine in front of his person, a smile taking his lips as he shakes his head. ❛ mary, YOU are my greatest concern. if playing with the boys would bring you joy, then i’ll go with you. besides, it’s not safe for you to be so near to the woods alone, especially with the boys; who knows how far opposition to the line change runs,  ❜ he points out. rebels could be hiding in the woods, for all they knew. 

                      he moves over to her & places a hand on her cheek, calloused thumb brushing soft skin as clear blue hues roam her porcelain disposition.  ❛ you make it sound as if i KNOW WHAT IM DOING,  ❜ he chuckles slightly. ❛ i’m sure there’s matters in court that i SHOULD be attending to, but---- trust me when i tell you that i would MUCH rather be in your company than in the company of the council, or God forbid, catherine.  ❜

[fyeahsebastiandepoitiers]

I’m not going to leave your side.

[vxlois]

“Ah, Bash! Here you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!  And I wouldn’t bet on it. He has pestered every single lady-in-waiting of the Countess of Lorraine, and I nearly puked every time they flirted back. Obviously, whenever Diane wasn’t around. But I understand it must have been difficult for you as well…”

[licnslament-blog]

             ❛ flirting even with mother near by?   cheeky bastard.                i suppose THAT’S where i got it from. ❜      he smirks ever so                 slightly before clasping francis’ shoulder.       ❛ i’m just glad                you’ve returned.       catherine quite nearly chewed my EAR                off when i wasn’t doing something properly. truly, she puts                you on a pedestal.      not to mention her yammering about                the girl you’re to wed.      you’re almost old enough to wed,                exciting, isn’t it? ❜    the last part is mused with SARCASM                 dripping from his tongue.      sebastian had been of age for                 a few many years now;   but, his title essentially barred him                 from anyone ---- who wanted to be wed to a bastard of an                 unfaithful king?           not to mention the reputation he’d acquired. 

[officialjiggly]

reblog if you are the hot brother

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                             myrcella frowns & turns her head to once again 

                             follow the guardsman’s movements, then becomes 

                             SUDDENLY DAZZLED by the light of the midday 

                             sun reflecting off his breastplate –––– – & how she 

                             wishes her uncle had been the one to escort her in 

                             the stead of this red-faced boar ! 

            she CERTAINLY hasn’t been compared to a carriage 

            before, & thinks to comment on it, but it surely isn’t  

            b e c o m i n g  of a young lady to be so CHEEKY. of 

            a child, maybe, but is she not a woman now in the 

            queen’s mind, & so in everyone else’s ? but her lips 

            are dry, the sun is beating down on her pale,  t e n d e r  

            skin, merciless & hard as HAIL, & her carefully embroidered 

            shoes are now covered in dust. does it truly matter ?  

                                  ❝ my mother says to never drink what is given to me by 

                                  strange men ––– – so i didn’t take anything from THEM for 

                                  half a day. i think my jest is getting old now, & i suppose 

                                  you’re as good as any strange man i’ll come across. ❞

[licnslament-blog]

             ❛ must you always listen to your mother? truly, when is a                lady allowed to make her own choices? ❜ he questions,  arching a                  brow.     he smiles crookedly,   hands clasping together in front of                 himself before letting out a  p u f f  of breath into the cool air. ❛ you                look IMPORTANT,       so i suppose it’s in my DUTY to aid you in any                             way i can, ❜ he muses, giving her a small bow. 

               he goes to his horse,        opening up the saddle bag & fetching a                 canteen of water.      he carries it over to her & offers it, blue hues                 encouraging.              ❛ where are my manners? i haven’t properly                introduced myself; my name is sebastian. ❜     he would leave out                 his FULL NAME.   she needn’t know he’s the king’s bastard. that                 his mother is the mistress that stole the king from queen catherine.                 he was the king’s bastard; but here? he was just sebastian. ❛ call                me BASH, if you would like.          i’m afraid sebastian is rather...                             FORMAL, for my tastes.... who are YOU?  ❜

[scotsqceen-blog]

                                             curious eyes examine the wooden sword he points in her direction, his playfulness bringing a soft smile hinged upon her lips. ’ i have never! ’ she corrects, knowing well enough how unladylike, such acts would certainly be frowned upon.     that doesn’t mean the want for a little fun doesn’t dangle in front of her features, it lures her closer, clicks of her shoes finding a soft rhythm. ’ but the thought has surely crossed my mind, it looks like a rather joyful experience! …as long as the swords are indeed wooden. ’ reaching forward she takes the wooden training piece into her hands, it lightly rests in her palms before she places it off to the side, the same smile still sitting on her lips. ’ actually! i was thinking we could spend some time with the boys today. maybe stroll the perimeter of the woods. i’m certain your brothers are going absolutely mad with the l i t t l e freedom they have been granted recently. ‘

[licnslament-blog]

                     a smile curves his lips lazily, blue hues taking in her appearance there before him. she always seemed to RADIATE this light he couldn’t quite get his hands on; a light that spread through every inch of her veins & spilled from her lips the moment she so much as smiled in his direction. ❛ -----of course ! why would a LADY know a thing about sword fighting?  ❜ his tone is cheeky as ever. ❛ you’d make a master swordsman, i’m sure of it,  ❜ he amends, crossing his arms behind his back as he listens to her. ❛ the boys...?  ❜ the topic put a PIT in his stomach. the displaced princes were certainly not his focus, but they always dragged like nails across the back of his mind. he’d never intended to strip them of their titles --- his best friend & only truly close family member was, well, lord knows where; off galavanting as bash always had when he’d been nothing to the crown. ❛ -----of course, mary. i’m sure we could make that accommodation for them. it’s... very KIND of you to be thinking of them. ❜