Summary: After riding through a snow storm, Bash wants nothing more than to return to his wife.
It was the early hours in the morning before the sun had risen when Bash rode back to the courtyard. He had been out all day pursuing the King’s justice, then found himself caught in a snow storm. Now he wanted nothing more than to fall into bed. Dismounting and shaking the snow from his hair, he strode wearily to his chambers. He felt guilty, having promised that morning to Kenna that he would be home by sun down, but the sudden snow storm had delayed his travels. He would pay for it in the morning he was sure. Bash entered their chambers shutting the door behind him as silently as he could not wanting to wake his wife. Taking of his damp cloak he realized how cold their chambers were with the wind still howling at the windows and the fire in the hearth long burnt out. Gently laying his sword on the table, he was surprised to see the moonlit outline of Kenna in her dressing gown, asleep in a chair and hunched over papers with a candle melted to a stub. She had waited for him. He smiled sadly at the realization of it.
He knelt next her chair and shook her shoulder gently. “Kenna, Kenna.” She blinked her eyes blearily, searching for his. “Bash,” she sighed. “The storm…I-I was worried.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He said cupping her cheek lovingly.
“Your hands are freezing.” She noted, pressing her hand on top of his, while her eyes drifting shut. “So are yours.” He said taking both of her hands and lifting her to standing position. “Let’s get you warmed up and in bed.” He picked her up and carried her to bed, tugging the blankets tightly around her. He quickly lit the fire, changed into his own bed cloths and crawled in beside her. She snuggled into his chest. “I’m glad you’re home, Bash.” She mumbled into his shirt. “I love you.” She let out with a yawn.
He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. “I love you too.” He fell asleep to the Kenna’s gentle breathing just as dawn crept over the horizon.
Reign/CS LD AU: Emma-a lady in waiting of Mary’s; Killian- Irish Naval officer. Killian attends the Harvest Festival, his Irish accent catching the attention of one of Mary’s ladies-in-waiting.
Part 1
The group of girls arrived down on the grounds shortly after it started. People were milling around everywhere, a few couples dancing on the makeshift dance floor but nothing too excited. Emma tried to nonchalantly scan the crowd for Killian, unsure of where he was or what he was even wearing. Plus she did not want to attract an unneeded attention from her friends, so she made it look like she was just looking at all the decorations, like they were as well. Only that didn’t stop Lola from catching her eye and giving her a knowing smile, showing Emma that she was not as discreet as she wanted to be. Though it didn’t matter in a moment, when a few young men approached their group and among them was a very familiar looking young man who approached Mary, bowing in respect.
“Good evening your highness and ladies. If I may ask, your grace, for your permission to dance with one of your ladies?” Killian asked, gesturing to Emma once he had risen to full height once more.
Emma could do nothing but blush as Mary and their friends all looked back and forth between Killian and Emma. Emma took that moment to appreciate just how nice Killian looked. He had brushed his hair back a bit but not completely and had what appeared to be part of his naval uniform on, a dark navy blue jacket that made his powder blue eyes pop out even more. It made her happy that she had chosen to wear one of her finer gowns, a light sea greenish-blue full length gown that had elbow length sleeves and a very modest neckline. It very few embellishments but all were very precisely placed that accented everything nicely. Mary finally nodded and smiled.
“Of course you may, but first may I ask who exactly is getting this honored privilege?”
“Lieutenant Killian Jones, of the Irish navy, your grace.” Killian said, without missing a beat, knowing that honesty would be the best option with the Queen. Emma saw Mary’s eyes widen a tad at his admittance to where exactly he was based, but she simply nodded and accepted it.
“Very well, Lieutenant. I’m sure I’m leaving Emma in capable hands. We’ll leave you two in peace.” Mary said, gesturing to the other ladies to leave the couple alone. Emma curtseyed slightly to Mary in thanks before turning to Killian.
“Well that was a bit showy.” She spoke, her smile betraying the disapproving tone she was trying to hold.
“Does that surprise you, my lady?”
“No, it’s very you, Killian.” And with that, Emma took Killian’s offered arm and the couple made their way to the dance floor, taking their positions just as a new, slow song was starting.
Killian took Emma’s right hand in his left and pulled her close to him by placing his own right hand on the small of her back, ensuring that they were still a respectable distance apart, but yet still felt like they were pressed up together in an intimate and personal way. In Killian’s hands, Emma felt the rest of the world just melt away. Both having been born and bred within noble houses meant that they were brought up with knowledge of how to dance properly, not that Emma remembered any of it as soon as she looked into Killian’s eyes. The softness and adoration that was shining down at her made her light up and smile greatly as they tried to dance to the music.
As the song continued, Emma couldn’t help but wonder how so much had happened in one day. She had just met this man this morning and yet here she was feeling content and safe within his arms, wanting a song to never end for fear of having to break the spell. But when she felt Killian pull her closer, she knew that their spell would not be so easily broken. Emma wondered if this is what falling in love felt like, but yet was scared to think of such strong feelings because she had just met him today.
The song drew to a close as did the dancing couples come to a slow stop, including the young naval lieutenant and his lady. Killian offered Emma his arm in a silent question to join him to leave the dance floor. Quickly linking her arm with his, Emma followed Killian over to where there were refreshments before joining him in one of the lounge tents that the King and Queen had set up for guests to retire to when their feet were hurting from dancing. Killian pulled Emma to him as they sat, claiming only one couch for themselves, her resting her head on his chest with their fingers intertwined and Killian’s arms around her, keeping her close.
After sitting contently for some time, Emma’s thoughts bouncing around from place to place but yet always circling around the same, main subject; Killian. Emma couldn’t help but wonder if this is that romance her parents had always talked about around her, telling her that it would happen when she was ready. But Emma didn’t know if she was ready, she had only just met him but knew that Killian Jones was someone she already had grown to care for deeply.
“I can hear you thinking, my lady, care to share with the court?” Killian asked, breaking through Emma’s thoughts.
“No, not particularly, though I do wonder if I will see you tomorrow, lieutenant. Mary has released a few of us to enjoy the rest of the festival while she and Aylee help Olivia get settled as well as some other personal matters.” Emma said thinking of the small plot Mary had to see if Queen Catherine was indeed for or against the young Scottish Queen.
“Well, I’m sure I can be persuaded to attend. I do have other things to do and people to see, lass” Killian teased.
Emma just poked him in the side in response.
“Alright, I’m kidding my lady. I hope to see you tomorrow as well, though I do have a matter to take care of in the morning, so I fear I shall not be able to entertain thee, my lady, until the sun is higher in the sky. I shall find you, my dear, once I am done.” Killian said.
Nodding, Emma let the silence befall them once more and just decided to enjoy the time she was given with him.
The rest of the dance passed without much incident. Emma and Killian were able to spend most of the evening in each other’s arms whether it was dancing on the dance floor or lounging in one of the areas talking to other guests. Lola and the other ladies occasionally found the couple and questioned Killian about his past and position at the Irish Navy until finally deeming him acceptable and a very pleasant fellow that was quite smitten with their friend. Emma’s friends were impressed for his rank given his younger age.
When Mary and her ladies retired for the evening, Killian offered to walk Emma to her door, stating that it was only good form and gentlemanly to walk a beautiful lady like herself to her door.
“Good night, my lady” Killian said, bringing Emma’s right hand in his and pulling her fingers up to his lips to place a soft kiss there.
“Until tomorrow, Killian” Emma said, a soft blush forming on her cheeks as she turned to enter her room, a smile upon her face that she could not have been able to remove had she wanted to.
~*~*~*~*~
“Lieutenant Killian Jones is requesting an audience, your grace.” A servant entered Mary’s quarters that next morning to announce his presence. Mary waved his entrance before offering him a seat at a small table near the window.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Lieutenant Jones, this fine morning?” Mary asked, curious as to why the young lieutenant that had clearly caught the eye of her dear friend and lady was visiting her instead of spending time with Emma.
“Good morning your grace, and thank you for your time. I am here in regards to your lady in waiting, Emma. As I am sure you are aware, I am quite taken by her and I hope that she is by me. But I am assuming you have some reservations in regards to my station in a rival navy. That is why I have come to you. Because of my feelings for Emma are true and pure, all I would ever wish to see is her happy and safe and that includes the safety of her friends, even you your grace. I have come to ask for your permission and blessing in formally courting Lady Emma with the possible intention of marrying her after sometime should she agree. And in regards to my station in the Irish navy, my family and I have always been loyal to the crown that shows us their intentions are pure and non-corrupt.”
“That brings me to my second request. I wish to stay here at French Court to openly court Emma but in doing so, I would need a reason to be here. So my proposition is that I would be appointed a personal guard to you and your Scottish Court, mostly you and your ladies. I would swear to protect you and your ladies with my life. And should the English crown call upon the Irish navy to go against the Scottish, I would stay loyal to you, your grace. Because I care for Emma and those feelings will only grow and flourish or at least I can only hope they will. I am sorry for such a long speech your grace, I just needed to get it all out before I lost my courage.” Killian spoke, wringing his hands and occasionally running his right through his hair while he spoke showing just how nervous he was in the presence of the young, Scottish queen.
Mary smiled and put one of her hands on top of his to still them.
“Lieutenant Jones, I appreciate you coming to me. I am guessing that it took quite a bit of courage to do this. Of course you have my permission to court Emma. I can see just how happy you make her from last night alone. As for your second request, I will have to talk with my uncle but without making any promises, I do not see why you couldn’t stay on as an extra guard with the blessing of the Scottish court. Now, go and spend your time with Emma. I’m sure she is eager for your company. But Killian remember this, my blessing is not easily earned so please keep in mind that you have earned my blessing but should you hurt Emma in any way, I will be forced to rethink it.” Mary said, a stern but small smile gracing her features.
Killian smiled and nodded, “Thank you, your majesty. I greatly appreciate it. If I may be so forward, but I wish you luck with Francis and the Lady Olivia. Good day, your grace.” And with that final comment, Killian bowed and exited the queen’s quarters on his way down to the festival. He had expected his audience with Mary to take longer so Killian had some time before meeting Emma and he knew exactly what he was going to do with it.
Making his way down to the festival once more, Killian once again found himself with the old man that sold the boats and ribbons for the ceremony that was to be taking place later this day.
“Is there anything that catches your eye, young sir?” the boat merchant asked, seeing Killian’s stop.
“I’m looking for a boat to use for the ceremony, preferably one with white sails. It is for a friend of mine.” Killian spoke, already beginning to eye one in particular that stuck out. It was a mostly white boat but with light blue and green trim along the sides.
Picking it up and examining it more closely, Killian spoke again, “Actually, I’d like to purchase this one. As well as a ribbon to tie to the end. I forgot to get one earlier.”
“Ah of course, sir. I’m sure your lady friend will love it. And I’ll throw in the ribbon free of charge. And I may not be so old that I am blind. I have seen you with one of the ladies in waiting of the Scottish court. I’m sure she will love it.” The merchant spoke, a playful gleam in his eyes.
Killian smiled and paid for the small boat and ribbon before bidding the older gentleman farewell and turning to head towards the castle, but not before christening the boat, the Regal Swan.
~*~*~*~*~
Emma was lounging in her quarters while reading the latest letter from her parents back home in Scotland when a knock came to the door. After placing the letter on a near side table, Emma made her way towards the door and opened it to see Killian on the other side, a soft smile gracing his features.
“Hello lass. Thought I’d come to call early seeing as I already finished my other things. May I come in?” Killian said, his eyes quickly raking over her in her more casual attire before focusing his eyes on her face once more.
“Killian, oh of course, come right in” Emma said, gesturing for him to enter. “I was just reading a letter from my family before making my way down to the festival grounds. So I fear I won’t be good company for a few minutes.”
“Oh that is alright, my dear, what do your parents have to say?”
“Oh the usual parent stuff. Asking how I am doing, how my friends are, if I’ve met anyone, how being at French Court is doing. The normal stuff. What do your parents ask you when you are away?”
“Oh they write to Liam more than me seeing as Liam is the captain and I am just the mere lieutenant. So tell me, my lady, do you plan on writing them about me and all the other agreeable devilishly handsome men you’ve met?”
“Well I don’t know if I’d describe anyone that way, but I do intend to respond this evening after the boating ceremony. Though I don’t think I would tell them of inconsequential people, but I may see if I can spare a line or two for you.” Emma teased before folding the letter back up after finishing her reading. “And you are quite accomplished as well, Killian. To have been promoted to Lieutenant already by your age is extraordinary and quite admirable.”
“Whatever you say, lass, now come let us enjoy the festival.” Killian said, chuckling a little and offering Emma his hand to which she took and intertwined her fingers with before leaving her quarters and heading back down to the festivities.
Just as the two were arriving, Emma saw Mary and Queen Catherine conversing while looking towards Lady Kenna. Emma couldn’t help but wonder what was going on but did not want to pry just yet, perhaps after the boating ceremony. Though judging by Mary’s face it couldn’t have been anything good.
“Would you like to see to your queen, lass? I can see something is troubling you. Please go do your duties, we can meet up later.” Killian spoke up, seeing Emma continuing to look towards Mary and Kenna.
“No, it’s alright. I can ask around later. I want to spend this time with you, Killian. Let’s go explore the grounds. Please?”
“Whatever you wish, my lady” Killian said, smiling softly down at the woman on his arm.
The couple made their way down to the other areas of the grounds to where they spotted Francis walking off after stopping to ask Lola something. Knowing that this just couldn't be good, Emma broke off from Killian to approach Lola, hoping he would follow behind.
“Lola, was that Francis? He didn't seem very happy.” She questioned her friend.
“He was looking for Mary. It seems that they have had an argument and she walked off. I hope everything is alright” Lola informed her, smiling at Emma.
“I’m sure everything is. We should take heart the fact that Francis was seeking Mary’s company when given this interesting history with Olivia he could be seeking her.” Emma said, smiling and taking Lola’s hand in hers to squeeze in reassurance. Emma then turned and headed to where she saw Killian standing off a bit to give her some privacy with her friends.
Killian just smiled and offered his arm to Emma so they could return to their walk in peace. It was shortly after they continued walking that the bells and sounds announcing the sailing of the boats ceremony was getting ready to commence. The young couple then began to make their way over to the area, but just before they were within sight of it Killian pulled Emma to the side.
“I have a surprise for you, lass. Close your eyes.” Killian said, watching as Emma nodded and closed her eyes before stepping to a familiar looking tree and pulling the small boat he had bough earlier out. “Alright, Emma, hold out your hands.”
As she did so, Killian placed the boat in her hands and watched as she opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the small boat. The look of joyful surprise that graced her face told Killian that this was a good decision.
“You bought a boat?”
“Aye lass and I named it. This here is the Regal Swan. Just like you, my dear Emma. Do you like it?”
“Oh Killian. It’s beautiful, I love it. Thank you Emma said, before placing the boat softly on the ground before throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest in a hug. Killian quickly got over the initial surprise and wrapped his arms around Emma’s waist and pulled her even closer to him.
“Anything for you, my dear, always.” He whispered as they embrace. When Emma finally pulled away, she immediately took hold of his hand, intertwining their fingers before picking up the boat and arriving at the ceremony area in time to see Francis and Mary set their boats adrift only for them to float apart.
Momentarily letting go of Killian’s hand, Emma approached her friends and watched as Francis and Mary argued only for Francis to stalk off in a huff towards Olivia. Being the lady she was Emma joined the others in attending to and checking on Mary.
“Mary, are you alright?” Emma asked, touching her friend and Queen’s arm in comfort.
“No, Emma, but I hope I will be, once the regret does finally fade.” Mary spoke with a soft voice. “But, please go off and enjoy the rest of the festival.”
“Yes, Mary. I will be back later today.” Emma spoke before turning and walking toward Killian who had sat down by the edge of the grace by the small dock Francis and Mary had sent their boats off.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, as she sat beside him. Emma nodded, not wanting to tell Killian Mary’s feelings at this point.
“Well, Emma I have one more surprise for you before we send the Regal Swan off. Well it is more news than a surprise. You see this morning I had an audience with Queen Mary. I was asking for her permission and blessing to officially court you, Lady Emma. Emma, I care for you deeply already, even though I have only known you for this short time and I want to spend as much time with you as possible. So I was asking for Mary’s permission. Actually, I was given permission as well. And that leads me to the other part of the news. I also asked Mary for permission to be a personal guard to you, Queen Mary and the rest of her court. Emma you’re happiness is the most important thing to me and I couldn’t imagine returning home to Ireland and leaving you here without knowing what could have been. That would have been my biggest regret and I let that go. My only regrets now, are how long it took for me to meet you and that I actually was loyal to the English Crown.” Killian spoke, taking Emma’s hands in his to run his thumb softly upon the top of them while he gave her his heartfelt speech. As he looked into her eyes, all he saw was surprise and happiness.
Completely speechless, Emma just sat there letting it all sink in. But the fact that kept coming back around was that Killian was staying and it made her absolutely giddy. Emma reached one hand up and cupped his cheek, softly running her thumb over his cheekbone.
When her words finally found her again, Emma could only whisper, “Oh Killian, I care about you too. You make me feel so happy and safe whenever I’m with you. I can’t believe that you are going to be here with me all the time. Soon I will write to my mother and father about you. I’m sure they will come to care for you as much as I have. My only regret is not being able to be sure in my feelings sooner.”
And at her words, Killian pulled her into his arms and lap near the edge of the water. The couple turned and with linked hands pushed the boat off into the water, watching for a few moments as their two ribbons intertwined in the wind as the Regal Swan sailed away.
Looking back up at Killian, Emma decided that it was time for her to make the next move. Cupping his cheek once more, Emma leaned in and softly placed her lips upon Killian’s kissing him chastely. Killian responded just as softly and chastely, giving just the right amount of pressure. He resituated his arms to where he could pull her closer to him as they kissed, one hand going up to caress her cheek while the other rested on her back. Emma’s free hand had slid up around his back and to his hair, tangling her fingers in his dark, soft, locks. As the kiss ended, the couple barely put any space between them by resting their foreheads against one another and the occasional nose rubbing up against one another. It was in this moment that Emma knew that she had found what her parents had with one another. She had found her love.
Just an FYI, when you see a paragraph in italics that means it is a memory/flashback, in this chapter, a memory of the night before A.K.A Chapter 2! :) Just putting this here to avoid any confusion. So without further ado, read on!
Chapter 3
They were running as fast as they could, leaves crushing beneath their feet as they tore through the trees, his heart was pounding in his chest and his mouth exhaling quick and hard breaths trying to fill his lungs as they burned from running for an extensive period of time. Mary wasn't far behind him but she was growing tired and would need to stop for a rest or she would be risking collapsing from dehydration.
They had been caught.
It had been a fast attack, French men approaching from the front of the house with weapons at the ready to capture them. It was luck that saved them really, Mary just happened to look out the window at the exact moment the French soldiers entered the clearing of land that housed the small cabin they were currently hauling up at. Bash promptly grabbed his sword and they exited through the back door and ran into the woods that wrapped around the parcel of land, they didn't have time to grab the horses which led to a great disadvantage, as they were now on foot and exhausted.
The sound of wind rushing past his ears and footsteps trampling behind him was the only thing he could hear, he was more concentrated with where he was going, the woods where large and it wasn't difficult to get lost in them. Nightfall would come soon and it would be wise to be out of the forest by then, though darkness would pose as an advantage for them to hide from the soldiers, it would also serve as a risk against the wild animals that live in the woods.
He took a quick glance behind him to make sure they had definitely lost the soldiers looking for them, as he saw no one behind him but a flash of a long brown French braid that belonged to the Queen he slowed his pace almost to a jog, and then came to a halt. Mary stopped behind him; hands on her knees taking long breaths and trying to regain control of her lungs, her face looking pale and fragile, sweat blending in to her hairline and dripping from her forehead. She needed water, and fast. They didn't have long until the French caught up with them and she had to be prepared to start running again. Alas fate was not on their side because as soon as the thought appeared in his mind the sound of hooves hitting the ground rippled through the air and Bash realized that the odds of this ending well were slim.
He didn't even need to say a word, the second his eyes meet hers she knew they had to run again. With a soft exasperated sigh she lifted her hands from where they sat on her legs and ran like her life depended on it, because it just might. This time Bash stayed behind her making sure she didn't trip and fall. The soldiers approaching rapidly from behind and he knew one thing.
They needed a miracle.
Breaking out of a cluster of trees he came to a sudden halt, Mary's reflexes not as fast as his almost toppled over the cliff, Bash managed to grasp her forearm before she did. Her feet stopping no more than half a meter from the edge, her sudden caused a few pebbles to skid under her feet and bounce until they fell of the cliff.
It was a long drop, and Bash couldn't possibly know how deep the water was and even if they happened to survive the jump with minimal damage who knows what lurked in the waters bellow? What terrors would live in those deep dark waters...
Standing there a mere meter from the ledge both breathing heavily not sure what the next move would be, the horses were closing in on them and within a minute they will be surrounded and no amount of amazing swordsmanship Bash has would get them anywhere. In that moment they both had a decision to make. She looked at him as if willing him to make the choice for her, her big brown eyes full of uncertainty and terror, he was sure his eyes mirrored hers pretty accurately.
"Do you think we could make the jump?" Her voice broke through the air for the first time since they began their little jaunt through the woods.
"I can't be sure, but I am honestly more concerned with what lies at the bottom."
"At the bottom?" She exclaimed like she hadn't really thought that far ahead. "If they capture us, Sebastian." She stopped taking a few moments trying to get out the next sentence that she whispered. "Who knows what they'd do to us!? Do you believe they would let us return to the castle with minimal consequences?"
At that all Bash could say was "No Mary, I don't think they will."
"Then we jump." She said it confidently, like she had made up her mind and there was no going back. He didn't particularly share her enthusiasm but he held out his hand regardless.
When she took a hold of it he squeezed it gently, in an attempt and reassurance, and then they jumped.
He couldn't describe the feeling exactly, it was like being weightless, flying through the air like a leaf falling from a tree in the autumn. They soon hit the water with a resounding splash, the cold liquid hit his face was refreshing and uncomfortable at the same time, he rose to the surface to return the air to his lung and searching for the brunette who shortly after him. The danger was not yet over but the sudden realization that they had endured the jump with little to no injury was not only shocking but a huge relief, his gaze glued to hers and they both broke out into a soft chuckle. They both began swimming back to shore when Mary's scream filled the air, the sound was swallowed by Mary's head being pulled under the surface of the water by an unknown danger.
The water around where she had previously been turning a crimson shade of red.
6 Hours earlier
He woke up to the feel of warmth and sunlight floating across his cheek, it was quiet but if you focused carefully you could hear the distant sound of birds chirping. His eyes snapping shut trying to expel any light seeping through the small window nearby, he felt a gentle rise and fall pressing up next to his torso, opening his eyelids slowly; he watched the reason for the movement. Mary.
After her cries ended half way through the night she had fallen asleep, her body relaxing and finally drifting into the much needed sleep they both required.
He could hear soft sniffling coming from her bed, at first he didn't know what to do, she was his friend. And as a friend he should comfort her, but she is also his queen and was his brother's fiancée. How far does he really want to stretch that friendship? In a split decision he got out of bed and soundlessly slid in next to her, cautious not to startle her too much. Wrapping his arms around her and offering the only comfort he could, his presence.
Her body was facing away from him towards the wall next to the bed, her hair gently cascading down her shoulders finishing at her mid back, a couple strands falling over her face, the hair rising and falling slightly with every intake of took a moment to take in her beauty; soon they will be up and on the move, facing incredible danger with no time to take in the simple things. So he gave himself this moment.
Almost as if she could feel him observing her she shifts her body towards him and opens her eyes carefully, taking in the scene before her, the cot wasn't all that big resulting in Bash being a lot closer than probably appropriate. He knew he should move away or say something about what happened last night but his tired brain was not functioning as well as it should. So they lay there in silence for a minute, the look on her face told him she wasn't upset, no, more confused. Like her brain was trying to recall a long ago memory.
Her body slowly stopped shaking and her choked out sobs came to a stop, he looked down at her to check if she was okay, after such an impromptu stop. But she was fine, breathing steadily, tears still falling but she had obviously summoned enough courage to control her body. He only hopped they wrapped limbs and gently rocking was calming her as much as it was him.
He sat up wordlessly and strode over to his side of the room and retrieved his jacked he had divested himself of last night leaving him to sleep in a simple linen shirt, finishing of his re dressing by slipping on his boots. He looked up to find Mary staring directly at him; as soon as he saw her he found the perfect way to lighten the mood.
"Like what you see, you're Grace?" With a proud smirk on his face he turned toward the door but stopped at the threshold to state "I'll have breakfast ready in 10 minutes, I assume that is enough time for you to ready yourself. Unless, that is, you need my help? I understand your ladies would normally assist you, but I promise to be a complete gentleman! No looki-" He didn't manage to finish his sentence as a pillow flew towards him, and hit just a few inches off the door. He had to give it to her she had good aim, he laughed loud and full, a sound he hadn't heard himself make in some time.
He didn't know when it happened but he realized with a start he needed her, she is his happiness, his reason to smile, laugh and joke. For all intensive purposes his mother is gone, his brother is gone and his home is gone.
She was all he had left...
Thank you for reading and sticking with me through out this story, I have officially decided to make this a multi-chapter fic. I have no idea how long it will be, but I hope you continue to enjoy this story and the beautiful relationship between these characters. In the next couple chapters you will definitely be getting a lot more Mary/Bash progress and relationship development. Thus far I have just been laying the ground and getting them into the story etc... I didn't want it to feel rushed, I am not about to make them fall in love ASAP or anything but their relationship is about to grow drastically (I hope) over the next few chapters! I again thank each and everyone who has reviewed this story! I LOVE YOU! Your support warms my heart.
The horses tore through the wind at an immense pace; they needed to get as far away as they could and as fast as they could. Soon guards would search for them and no doubt Francis would be among them, they had a head start, which was something. Sebastian is their fastest rider and Mary was keeping up well, hopefully this would give them the necessary head start. Because if the guards caught up with them, well he didn’t even want to know what they’d do about a Queen braking a long standing alliance and running off with bastard son of the King.
He doubted it would end well for him in particular, but it was probably best not to think about that right now, there is no going back. It hurt like whip slashing through the air and hitting him when he heard his brother’s pleas.
Mary! Stop!
Please, wait!
WAIT!
Bash had no idea what provoked her to run away, all he knew was that she must have a reason, a good reason. Mary is not the kind of girl to pick up and run when something gets hard, she is strong, and he trusts her. Especially after if you love your brother you will not stand in my way it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t incredible intrigued but most of all worried. What could have happened that had caused her to react so intensely? He would bet anything it had to do with her questions about Nostradamus.
And if it was, then what the hell could he have seen?
He pushed all his thoughts to the back of his mind, he could dwell on all that later, for now they had to focus on their current problem, escaping.
They had been riding for about three hours and the sun was beginning to set, they were both tired and he’d bet she was sore, and they will have to stop soon to rest both themselves and the horses. But whilst the sun was still around the further they got the better, it seemed Mary agreed since she made no sign of wanting to stop, continuing at a reasonable pace. No words had been spoken since they mounted their horses, their concern with getting away not allowing much small talk. But he was sure Francis words would be echoing in her head just as they were in his.
Sebastian spent a lot of time travelling with other guards and soldiers so he was no stranger to France, he had made many friends throughout the country and was sure one of them would house them for the night, they could rest up and get back on the road.
On the road to where though? Where were they going, and what will they do when they get there?
So many questions and so little answers, all he knew for certain were that Mary and him where together, on the run and probably being looked for by half the palace. He could only imagine the chaos in French Court right now.
When his mother had told him he had to leave he wasn’t sure how he felt about leaving and if he would, and he most certainly didn’t imagine it would be with Mary!
How the heck had that happened? Everything that day had happened so fast, it was all a blur.
Whatever had happened back there must’ve been bad but he couldn’t help himself but feel a little pleased that he was not going to be running alone, with Mary no less. Bash always had an adventuress side, he craved freedom and this was most definitely that, the road ahead was a dangerous, complicated and unpredictable one.
One thing was obvious, things were about to get interesting, he could feel it.
She wasn’t upset, no; she promised herself she was not going to be one of those teenage girls who sat around and cried about a boy who didn’t deserve her tears. But alas here she was, sitting on the bleachers looking over at the empty field wondering what to do next. The school halls and surrounding grounds were all vacant due to the fact most students were in class, where she should be, honestly, but her feet had apparently disobeyed her mind and she found herself over at the lacrosse field.
She had no idea why she came here of all places, maybe it was the solitude, other than games and practices the field and bleachers remained rather empty. Probably had something to do with freezing weather and wind that isn’t exactly pleasant to sit in, she didn’t mind though, it gave her a distraction. Focus on the cold, of the chattering of her teeth rather than her tear streaked face and Rudolf red nose.
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Bash was just exiting the men’s room when he caught a glance across the courtyard and out towards the bleachers, there was long raven hair blowing in the wind. Even though he could only see her from the back he recognized her immediately. Mary.
He hadn’t seen her in school all morning, it had been a couple days since the encounter between Francis and her and so far he knew they hadn’t worked anything out yet. He felt for her, she was genuinely sweet, but she also had a wild and mysterious gleam in her eyes. She seemed curious about a lot and it was that curiosity that intrigued him most. Most girls in his school cared about their hair and makeup being perfect and what they were going to where tomorrow, but not Mary. It is not to say that she didn’t care about those things, they just didn’t lead her life, and she viewed the world differently… She saw possibilities and chances, adventures and life.
To see that light that normally shined in her eyes gone as he approached her was truly gut wrenching, he hadn’t even realized he had been walking over to her unconsciously , to wrapped up in his revere to notice until he stood at the bottom of the bleachers looking up at her.
She turned her face to him as she heard him approach, the second he saw her tears stained face he knew one thing, he had to make her smile before the day was done. He felt guilty, which was crazy because he hadn’t pushed Francis and Olivia together, he hadn’t hurt her but yet that gnawing feeling remained in the pit of his stomach. Maybe because he had not told Mary where Francis really was when she showed up on Friday, maybe because he had lied to her.
All he knew was that it honestly was not his place to get in between his brother and his girlfriend, telling her was not his responsibility or his right. So why did he feel so bad?
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She sat in silence as he approached not really sure how to broach a conversation with him, they had left on reasonable terms but she was sure he had heard Francis on Friday, or at least heard her slam the door on her way out. She was so embarrassed, wiping her face trying to create some notion of normality. If he noticed her tears he didn’t comment on it, simply smiled and gave a polite bow of his head.
“Mary.” It was his voice, that damn voice. So silky and smooth yet strong and husky, she wondered how it was possible for a man to be able to make one word sound so sensual. Maybe it was his lips, those perfectly curved lips he possessed, and her mind began to wonder about how they’d feel pressed to hers, how he would taste, The hell was that Mary, come on, wipe the drool from your face before he notices. Before she could pick her mind out of the gutter, he seemed to have caught her lingering stare and his smile turned into a full on smirk. It was so Bash-like.
Not the one she knew the one she heard people talk about, the one who was flirty and cheeky. She wondered which side was the real him. Or maybe they both were him, just different versions; it gave her the overwhelming need to learn them all. She brushed that thought away as soon as it appeared it was a ridiculous notion.
She hadn’t said a word since his greeting too caught up in her inner musings to remember her manners apparently, she was about to say something when he bent down and grabbed something on the grass just beside the bleachers. It was a flower, a poppy to be precise; he wordlessly approached her and gave an easy smile.
When she looked at him questioningly he merely shrugged said casually “A pretty flower, for a pretty girl.” And with a wink he sat down beside her.
Pushing the compliment aside she tried to joke “I bet you say that to all the ladies.” He smiled but then it a surprise face and he turned into a mock hurt voice “What, Mary! You know you are the only one for me.” He said with a playful grin.
She gave a light laugh and all of a sudden her thoughts inevitably drifted back to Francis, why couldn’t she be all he needed. Why was she never good enough? She decided just this once she wasn’t going to make everything about him. Her heart gave a stutter at the smile he gave her after she laughed, he was so close and his wind ruffled hair fell perfectly over his forehead.
She momentarily wondered how to brothers looked so different, yes they were half-brothers but still. Where Francis was shorter and had blond hair, a very surfer boy look, young and youthful, Sebastian was tall and had lovely dark locks of hair that occasionally fluttered into his eyelashes, he looked older, like a man. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Well maybe minus the dark.
“I am sorry; you don’t have to worry about me. You should be in class… I am not your responsibility!” She said in a rush.
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Responsibility.
There was that word again, she was right, it wasn’t. Yet he somehow felt like it was, like somehow her being sad made him sad, it made no sense if he were being honest with himself. Who was this Mary girl, and why has her happiness begun to mean so much to him?
Francis. Yes, that had to be it, she is his brothers girlfriend, or was rather. That is why he cared; he was being friendly because of Francis. He knew it was a pitiful excuse that his mind was not buying but for now it just had to do. He couldn’t actually have feeling for Mary; she was taken, by his brother no less…
But that didn’t mean Mary and him couldn’t be friends, yes, friends. It was settled right then, but at the mere thought of her laugh when he teased her he realized that being just friends was going to be a hell of a lot harder than it sounds. But it would have to do, for now at least.
“I don’t mind, Mary. I enjoy being with you, you’re presence brings light, your grace.” He ended the sentence with a joking bow in his seat and emphases on the words “your grace”.
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She gave him a full tooth, dimple showing, heart melting smile at his words and his childishly adorable bow. When an idea popped into her mind and her smile turned mischievous. Just today she would take a moment to be selfish, and hopefully Sebastian would join her in her moment.
“Come with me somewhere!”
He looked at her seemingly trying to figure out if she was joking or not…
Turns out not.
“Just trust me.” She said, almost flirtatiously and with that she got up a jumped down the bleacher steps two by two and sprinted off in the opposite direction. He was left sitting there for a moment before taking off after her curiously.
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Sorry It took so long to reply, life was a bit crazy and i wrote some other things in between!
Big thanks to Sonja (originalsonjaz) for beta-ing, you the best!
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Now I am going to re-watch the mid-season finale again…
Hiii this is enjolrastic on my main blog x Here's your mabastian prompt, should you choose to accept it: After being bound to the castle grounds for far too long, Mary finally persuades Sebastian into letting her secretly accompany him on one of his rides out. Enjoy! (:
I am not sure if this is exactly what you wanted but here it is! Also special thanks to Sonja (originalsonjaz) for fixing little things and offering her second opinion, it is greatly appreciated ;)
The Flow Of The Wind
Sebastian loved to gallop—flat to the horse’s back, with the wind in his hair, and hooves eating up the road underneath him. Now that he was out of castle grounds, he felt both a gnawing worry and a strange freedom. It was odd to feel both at once, but he could not help it. After these last couple months at court it would be strange to feel okay, between the threats to Mary’s life and castle being invaded his nerves were on fragile ground. He tried to push all that down and think about the present, right now, riding with the wind in his hair and Mary on the horse beside him.
Ever since The Count had attempted to rape her and the multiple brushes with death recently it was needless to say the entire court was keeping a close eye on her. She was rarely aloud to wonder the gardens and was carefully watched when she managed to convince them to take her outside, the French didn’t want to make her feel like a prisoner but they needed her alive and if keeping her close by was what it took, well so be it.
So you could say he was breaking a few rules by taking her outside the castle grounds, but he knew he would be able to protect her and staying stuck inside had been getting to her. He casually slipped her out from her room and they went straight to the stables. Bash knew if Queen Catherine or even Francis found out what he’d done they would be less than happy but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now.
Slowing the horse just before the edge of a lake he gracefully dismounted the horse and reached his hand up to help Mary down. She murmured polite thanks at his gentlemanly actions and began walking towards the bed of water, she looked simply stunning. Her long locks falling down her back and blowing in the wind, she took his breath away. She always did really.
“I can’t express my thanks enough. French Court is beautiful but I was feeling rather imprisoned.” She said, her gaze never leaving the water. “I know they are just trying to keep me safe but it feels like no matter what we do something bad always happens… And I am beginning to think that this is how it will always be.” She sounds so exhausted and he can’t help but feel a stab at his heart.
“Long ago I figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can’t protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos.” And he vowed “I will always protect you Mary, if you choose to believe in anything, believe that.”
She stared at him not quite sure what to say, so she gave him a warm smile and a nod of tilt of her head.
They will eventually have to return to the castle, to all their problems but right now on the lake with the sun setting leaving a beautiful purple and orange sky he shut his eyes and listened to the sound of leaves blowing across the field and water lapping at the edge. And for the first time in a while he was perfectly content.
And thank you for the prompt!! I love getting them so, hope you liked it and until next time *_*
Thank you for the prompt! Hope it is to your liking ;) I tried to keep it similar (Bash and Francis being brothers etc) Enjoy?
Rain. Lots of freaking rain. It would be bad enough if that was all it was but half way there the thunder and lightning begun and it is definitely not suitable weather to be walking in. But that is exactly what she is doing. Their fight still replaying over and over again in her head.
“You kissed her!”
“I am sorry Mary. I swear I stopped it!”
“Stopped it!?” She exclaimed in disbelief “There shouldn’t have been a start to begin with!” she was full on yelling now and people were definitely staring.
The fight ended with Francis storming off muttering something about talking to her later when she was being more reasonable. If he had found her after it happened and told her maybe she would have believed it didn’t mean anything. But he didn’t, she had to find out through the grape vine, he kissed Olivia. Olivia of all people. Olivia had broken up with Francis about 6 months before they started to date, but Mary knew he still held a torch for his former girlfriend.
So now here she was walking down the street in the middle of a thunder storm, it had only been drizzling when she left school and but by now it had escalated rapidly. She was already soaked by the time she found shelter so she decided to keep walking. No destination in particular, which was why she found it odd when she ended up at Francis door step.
She exhaled wondering why she had come here of all places, she didn’t want to talk to him but she was cold and wet so she decided that they might as well have this conversation now rather than at school on Monday. No reason to delay the inevitable, she braced herself and walked up to door and knocked three times.
After minutes of no reply or sound coming from inside she turned on her heel to leave when the door swung open. She didn’t even look to see who was standing in the doorway before saying “Punishing me by making me wait? That’s low, even for you Franc---“Just as she was finishing her sentence she saw him standing against the door frame with his arms crossed and a curious expression marking is face.
Sebastian. Or as everyone called him, Bash. She has to admit he is gorgeous, between is striking eyes and sexy stubble marring his face he was definitely not hard to look at. She had seen him rooming the school halls in the past, but they had never had an actual conversation. He was 2 grades above her so they shared no classes or friends and Francis never cared to introduce her to his family so rumours and brief glances in the halls were all she knew of him.
She was so distracted by his beauty she didn’t think about apologizing for not cheeking who was answering the door before yelling. As her brain and senses finally caught up with her she was about to apologize when he started “I am sorry, had my hands full so it took me a while to respond, my lady.”
My lady.
She mentally scoffed, who talks like that? Well, him apparently.
“No. It‘s not your fault! I should have cheeked first, it has been a long day and my temper is flaring. Francis and I got into a big fight earlier and I just started walking and ended up here. So I figured what the hell! But now I am realising what a bad idea it was and ...” She let her ramblings drift off, her tone taking on a tired and defeated tint that was the opposite from her angry snap from earlier.
He just stared at her for a second almost as if contemplating the situation before him when he realized she was soaked to the bone and shivering, pushing his manners forward he said “Why don’t you come in and we can talk.” He held the door open as a sign of invitation. She looked at him questioning with her eyes and arching her perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Is Francis in?”
Silence.
“No, ummm... He is.. Out.” For the first time since opening the door and listening to her rambling he looked honest to god embarrassed but also regretful. There was pity flowing through his eyes and she couldn’t figure out why a practically stranger was feeling bad for her. A quiet “Oh.” was all she could manage to say. After a moment she said “Well, Uhh. Thanks anyways.”
Turning to leave back where she’d come from he caught her arm and turned her, she wonders for a split second why he’d stopped her and was about to make a remark when he says “It’s cold out there, you are cold. This is not the kind of weather to be out in, it is dangerous.”
She was about to reply with a snarky Yes, but going in to the house of a man i barely know is safer... When a large ray of lightening rippled through the sky a couple miles away, she knew that there was no rational argument that would justify her walking in this weather. “Okay. Just until the storm cools off.”
He smiled at her and with a dramatic bow he guided her into the house towards a beautiful guest bathroom. “There are towels on the rack and I’ll go get you some dry sweats and a t-shirt to put on!” He calls from the other room whilst ruffling through some draws. Returning shortly after with the clothing, he closes the door behind him and allows her to change in private.
She exits the bathroom not long after with her hair towel dried and her wet clothes in one hand. He takes them from her and puts them in the washer to wash the rain and mud out of them, she murmurs a quiet thanks and stands awkwardly in the hall way.
When he finishes he gestures towards the kitchen and they walk there in silence, she doesn’t know what to say. What does one say to your boyfriends brother after he rescues her from a thunderstorm after a horrible fight with said boyfriend, after accidentally lashing out at them and proceeding that by rambling like a teenager. Well she is a teenager, but that isn’t the point.
“Hot Chocolate?” He asks.
She nods and smiles at his choice in beverage and tries to think of something to say. What is wrong with me? Since when am I rendered speechless by a boy? Actually, a man. A beautiful man, some might even say go-like. Jesus Mary pull it together. YOU. ARE. DATING. HIS. BROTHER!
He passes her a mug and looks at her with an intensity she is sure could melt butter. Almost as if she is an intricate puzzle he is trying to piece together. Like a rubix cube.
“Do you want to talk about it... And before you say no. You should know I am an excellent listener and a possibly better advice giver.” He tries to lighten the mood.
He expects her to dismiss him. To tell him it is not his business but she doesn’t. There is something about Bash, something that makes her want to tell him her darkest secrets... She figures the fight is a good place to start.
“Francis kissed someone else. He swears it was a mistake, but I.. I don’t know...” She sighs.
“Olivia.” He guesses softly almost as if to himself more than her.
She shrugs, brushing it off as if it was nothing even though it most definitely feels like something to her.
“I might have overreacted a little.” She looks at her hands that were twiddling her fingers together subconsciously.
His voice pierces through the air “No. It’s unfathomable.” He looks at her like he can see right through her “What is?” She questions.
“Francis has you, why would he ever look elsewhere.” There was not a trace of lie, flirtation or joking about this sentence. It wasn’t some pick up line he used to get women to fall all over him, he was a flirt, yes. Everyone in school knew that. But the way he was looking at her now, his eye genuine and compassionate.
She felt her breath hitch, her body moving towards him; it felt like gravity pulling them together. So close she could smell his cologne, just as she was about to move forward the front door opened in the other room. She jumped back slightly the momentary haze that had clouded her judgement was now fading. Francis strolled into the kitchen and caught her gaze, momentarily startled, obviously not expecting her.
“What are you doing here?” What no hello? Quite the gentleman I have here. It wasn’t that he was saying it with malice, but there was no warmth of regard for her. It felt like talking to a brick.
“I came by to apologize for earlier. How I acted.” She said slowly.
“Oh.” He seemed surprised “Well, we all make mistakes, no worries. But that doesn’t explain why you are talking to my brother.” He moved his gaze towards Bash, who simply shrugged and walked off leaving them to deal with their relationship issues. But standing at the threshold he turned his head and said “It was a pleasure to meet you in person, Mary. I have heard so much about you, and you are even lovelier in person. Do pop by again and I am sure Francis will return you your clothes when they are dry.” And with that he left Mary and Francis in the kitchen.
“There was a storm so Sebastian let me dry off inside----“She smelt the alcohol on his breath “Where were you?”
“What does it matter? You are here now. Let’s go upstairs, watch a movie forget about all the drama.”
“Francis.” She was a small girl, but in that moment there was a power in her voice that made him tell her the truth.
“I was with Olivia.” He didn’t have to say anymore, there was a look in his eye. It told her everything. She thinks back to when Bash told her he was out, the guilty look on his face... He knew, and he was covering for his brother. She didn’t blame him though; right now all her anger was on Francis. Instead of starting a fight she simply picked her bag up and left.
Her mind kept echoing one sentence in particular Francis had you, why would he look elsewhere? ...
