Bash and Mary fanfiction
Hi guys, this is my newest fanfic based on the TV series of Reign. If you haven't yet watched Reign, I recommend you do as it is amazing. This fanfic is on Mary Queen of Scotts and her lover Sebastian (Bash). Please review!
Dear Diary,
I have arrived in France in one piece. I'm quite worried; especially after the last attempt to kill me at the convent. I fear the next attempt will cost me my life but the nuns have promised me that the French will keep me protected. My biggest fear is that I am to be wed to Francis in a few weeks and I have heard he has slept with many women. Of course they are just rumours but I can't help thinking of if he will be a good husband to me. If he is to get mistress, I will be more than devastated. Of course I know him of childhood but he may have changed. After all, I haven't seen him since I was seven! I am leaving immediately; I am now just packing my possessions.
Sincerely
Mary xxx
She heard the trumpets play wistfully at her arrival and shut her eyes nervously at her butterflies. Today she would meet Francis; her awaiting husband. She had forgotten what he looked like and what he was like. After all, she hadn't seen him in ages. Mary couldn't help thinking that Francis wouldn't like her; nor her reputation of not keeping to the rules of being a royal.
Mary never engaged with her duties. She never wore fancy clothing or styled her hair or had servants trailing everywhere she went for Mary was different. She liked playing ball and climbing trees and running on the vast fields of the convent and trudging through mud like an animal. What would Francis think of her was she worried about.
Then she had a large feeling of regret build through her veins. Was she prepared enough to be shown to the royal family of France? She had forgotten to style her hair into some fancy way and it was simply hanging down her shoulders with a small plait on the side. Her cloak was also not of the best, having a mud stain on the back of it.
The carriage door opened and Mary heard the whine of the horses. Mary loved to ride. In fact, she had insisted of coming to France on horseback but the nobles didn't allow it as she could be killed. She never understood why people were so paranoid. She was just a human being like everyone else. She wanted to be like everyone else but instead, she was stuck as royalty with many English enemies wanting to take any chance to kill her. Mary was scared to eat, drink and even touch anything, dreading if it were poisoned.
She stepped out of the carriage and then landed on a heap on the grass before her in the most ungraceful way possible. The heels set on her feet were uncomfortable and unstable. Mary sighed as the royal family of France looked down at her in disgust. There was a middle-aged man wearing the crown, a woman the same age next to him with black hair, another woman at the other side with red hair and another crown and a young man about twenty behind with no crown and dark hair.
Mary picked herself up and looked at the people. The woman with black hair stepped forth and smiled at her.
"Hello Mary. I am King Henry's mistress. Welcome to the French court. Your ladies in waiting will arrive in a little." Her voice was cold with a bit of humour sunk in it. The young man, now next to the so called king smirked at Mary. Mary scowled defencelessly and stuck her tongue out at him. He was surprised and he raised an eyebrow. In fact, most of the family must have raised an eyebrow but the awkward silence was soon cut off as Francis approached and pushed past his angry looking family.
Francis looked at Mary and smiled fondly. His appearance was naturally the same having blonde hair brushed back elegantly and shiny brown eyes.
"Your Grace." He bowed down slightly, showing his respects. Mary laughed a little too loud.
"Your Grace; Really? Call me Mary." She looked at Francis and smiled a little. Francis held out his hand to her and she took it. Both of them walked into the castle in silence and every step they took, servants would bow down to them. Mary hated that more than ever.
In the castle, four young girls stood patiently waiting for Mary. One was pale fair with thin lips, another was with mousy-brown, curly hair and blue eyes, one who also had brown hair but straight and pulled into a half pony and also honey blonde with pale skin. Aylee, Lola, Kenna and Greer were Mary's ladies in waiting since childhood. Mary had missed them so much and pulled them into an embrace after squealing with pleasure. They all laughed and ran to the chambers. Mary ran after them but then looked down at the bottom of the stairs she had started to climb at Francis.
"I'll see you at your sister's wedding, alright?" she shouted and took off after her best friends.
She could hear the laughter of her friends as she pushed herself into her chambers. There was a large bed covered in silk and linen. The walls were decorated with a peach background and wine red flowers. It was a large room with a dressing table and a large mirror taking up most of one of the walls. This, Mary could get used to.
Kenna was inclined on a small couch along with Lola whilst Greer and Aylee were leaning on a wall. They were giggling on Francis and someone else. Mary ran up and pounced on top of Greer who screamed hysterically. Mary was light and all her friends could easily piggy back her if they wanted to. Greer laughed and Mary leaned next to her on the wall.
"You can sit on the couch if you want Mary." Lola said politely. Mary hated being treated like a queen and angrily shook her head. Changing the subject, she asked them what they were talking about.
"We're just talking about Francis' half-brother Bash." They giggled loudly altogether.
"Is Bash the annoying one with the dark hair?" Mary sighed, remembering Bash smirking at her for falling. Kenna's jaw dropped low.
"Have you met him already? He's not annoying, he's gorgeous!" her eyes fluttered as she thought of Bash's good looks. Mary rolled her eyes. Kenna fell for any old man. She pushed Kenna jokily.
"What are you wearing to the wedding, girls?" she asked mysteriously. Mary had been to various shops near the convent to get her friends presents; dresses. She had chosen dresses that fit their personalities and she couldn't wait to show them what she had gotten them.
"Actually, I don't know." Greer sighed. Mary screamed out in glee.
"Great, because I've bought you all dresses!" she said joyfully. All four girls squealed and threw themselves at Mary at the same time.
Greer was the first to peer in her gift box. She gasped and lifted a dress gingerly out. It was yellow with green décor and golden sleeves. Greer hugged Mary and folded the dress neatly. Then Kenna took a look at her dress. It was white and lace with a strip of peach at the hem. Lola's was bright red with black diamond shapes running down the skirt of it. Aylee's was with thin straps and was orange like fire altogether with red flowers down the side.
Mary could tell they loved their dresses and left them in peace to go and find her dog Sterling. She could tell he was in the garden. As she felt the fresh air again, she felt like she was at home. Outside is where she truly belonged. Sterling's brown fur was warm as Mary stroked it and hugged the dog. As she let go of him, the dog sprinted into a run, away from Mary and into the forest.
Mary sighed after shouting again and again for Sterling. The forest was big and frightening and Mary wanted help. She ran through the newly cut meadow and into the castle. The door creaked as she jerked the door open and ran with her awful heels clattering at the steps of the marble floors. She needed to get Francis.
As she found herself in a bleak corridor, she turned to Francis' room and knocked after hesitating briefly. Francis peaked through the door and she panicked. He was half naked; shirtless. A giggle was heard from inside of the room. Mary choked for air and Francis looked at her pleadingly. Before he could say anything, she ran away from him. He called her with a weak and raspy voice but she darted down the stairs without care and tripped up on the second to last step, landing on both her knees.
As she swore, another voice came from the stairs and she saw Francis' half-brother scurrying down the stairs. Mary blinked back tears and rouse. She ran away from the reaching hand and into the forest once more. She was going to do it herself.
The forest was filled with greenery and dry mud and specks of dust blanketing the air, almost leaving no breath. Mary took a deep breath and plunged through the forest blindly and hurtled right into a birch tree, spraining her ankle vigorously. She heard a small bark in the distance and dived back into action, limping through the everlasting trees. Mary claimed she couldn't even see the sky of all the brown dust flaking the air. It made her cough uncontrollably but she carried on, her eyes almost closed of pain.
Mary's eyes squinted as she saw a shadow further into the wild trees. She dragged herself forward, looking up at the night's sky. It was night already and she was completely lost and alone. Sterling's short barks were long gone but she carried on to the shadow.
A large scream came from her mouth as she backed away and fell onto her back. A dead man was hung on a tree with his throat slit. Fresh blood was trickling down onto the mud, making an oozing puddle of brown liquid. Mary focused on the man. He was a servant. She could tell by his clothing; a simple shirt with trousers that could be mistaken as shorts. That night Mary wept for this man who had died. He was innocent for all she knew.
Mary plucked up the courage to go back to the castle even though she had no idea where she was going and the forest was pitch black. After a short amount of walking, Mary lay down on the hard floor of mud and through the trees she could see a single star shining not very bright but bright enough for Mary to smile to herself.
A small bark came from the left of Mary and her head whipped around to see Sterling panting but still running at her with his short legs. Mary laughed out loud as the dog came nearer and hugged it warmly. This was the first time Mary realised how cold she was. Sterling's tail wagged quickly, vibrating against Mary's touch. She let out a cold sigh and started trudging through the forest once more, eager to not give up.
After a long walk with only Sterling's fur at her feet to comfort her, a bright light was spotted by Mary in the distance of the moonlight. Horse hooves were clattering at the mud and a raspy sound was heard. The light came closer and closer and Mary started waving her hands frantically for help. The horse neared and came to a halt just in front of her. The horse was no bigger than a white Shetland pony and on top of it stood no one but Bash.
Bash's blue eyes widened with relief as he looked down at Mary. She was somewhat still clean looking with only a little dirt running up her ankles and mud stuck up her nails. Her face was soft and scared as she looked up at Bash and gasped at his presence.
"Mary, what are you doing here? You know that the French take up a lot of time to look after you and then you go out and try and get yourself killed. You have a death wish!" he shouted at her but not angrily, more like an "I'm glad I found you" kind of way. His face was even more outlined in the darkness but Bash was holding a weak lantern that was sparking only his hand.
"I was looking for my dog. He ran into the forest." She replied in a shaky voice. Her whole body was trembling with coldness instead of fear. Bash admired her. She was brave to come into the forest all by herself with no protection or guidance.
"What were you thinking? This is the Blood Woods, you could have seen something!" Bash's voice was hoarse but all he wanted to do was hug Mary; she was trembling even more now. Her lips quivered as she leaned back on a tree helplessly.
"I already did see something. I saw –" Mary's eyes shut as her legs wavered. Bash quickly jumped of his horse and ran to Mary, catching her as she fell into his arms. She was light and still awake.
"Your brother's an ass and I can't feel my legs." She cursed under her breath as Bash picked her up bridal style and set her on his miniature horse. Mary felt like she couldn't walk anymore and that made her eyes water slightly. Her legs were completely numb and Bash was looking at her with humours.
"And what makes you think that Francis is an ass but I can bet I know." He laughed. Mary smirked.
"I think your bet is correct." She winced in pain as her feet moved. The feeling of them was coming back slowly. Bash glanced at her vividly but had a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine." Mary said and shivered under her thin layers. Bash quickly took off his cape and gently hung it around Mary's bare shoulders, savouring the feel of her mild skin. Her breath hitched but she then hung onto the cape with her fingertips.
"Come on, or we will be late for the wedding." Bash joked and Mary pulled off a crooked smile as he pulled the horse's mane gently. It whinnied and galloped away, making clouds of dust appear after every step. Mary's hair flew back like a soaring pigeon as the horse ran through the endless trees. Bash looked back at her, his luminous eyes wide with envy. He was jealous.
Mary looked at her dress. It was fully bright green with blue streaks at the skirt; perfect for her. The only problem was that she couldn't walk properly. Her feet would collapse every time she stood up. The dress was soft at her touch with lace at the sleeves. Bash had left her at the bottom of the stairs where she insisted that she could walk. From there she had held herself upright by clenching the banister and then leaning on the wall until she came to her chambers.
As she wrestled into the dress, she slipped on the long fabric and landed luckily on her bed. After resolving what to do about not being able to walk, she decided to go to Nostradamus after putting on the impossible dress. It was perfect size as she slid it on carefully after attempts of lying on her bed and pulling on it again and again.
Mary looked in the mirror. The dress was strapless with thin lace around the long sleeves and then bright green shimmered and extended until the skirt where it blended with the ocean blue. Mary's dark brown hair was styled into a half pony with two thin plaits at each side and a small, purple flower embedded at the root of her hair. She looked beautiful.
Nostradamus' lair w smelt of burnt cinnamon and crackling fire. The stone stairs leaded Mary to a small room made of stone with a lit fireplace at the corner. There was nothing but a woollen bed and a cupboard filled with small bottles packed with colourful mixtures. The room was dark and in the corner, a man stood staring into space.
Nostradamus looked up from his daydream or what Mary thought was a vision; he was psychic after all. He looked at Mary with anger and Mary backed away, stumbling on her legs.
"Um, Nostradamus, I was wondering if you could, um, heal my legs. I can't really walk on them." She uttered after taking a deep breath. His eyes softened and he advanced towards her slowly. He was tall with flashing eyes and a short beard. Mary gulped but didn't move.
"Of course, your grace, please." He pointed to the bed and she took a seat after halting for a thought. She raised one of her legs and Nostradamus looked at it. Her foot was swollen and purple from walking barefoot in the forest.
"It is broken but I can cure it. Would you like me to?" He asked but to Mary it sounded like a demand more than a pure suggestion. She nodded instantly and Nostradamus chuckled.
"Of course you have to give me something in return." He said in a cold voice. Mary started panicking and her breaths became shorter by the second. She dreaded what he would say if she agreed. She played it safe.
"What do you want?" her voice was sharp as she intended but a little unsteady. Nostradamus' looked back at her with a brutal look.
"I want you to kill someone; anyone." He whispered, nearing her. Mary made a soft voice of fear and lowered her gaze. She wouldn't do it.
"No." she spat at him and rapidly got up and limped to the entrance. A strong hand gripped her shoulder tightly.
"You will pay." Nostradamus howled at her and Mary broke free and threw herself up the stairs without looking back. She had made another enemy without even trying.
Her legs were starting to respond to Mary's stumbling as she went across the main corridor to the ballroom where the wedding party was being held. Inside, there was a cluster of people around Kenna; mostly men. Greer was talking to a single man further in and Lola was with her boyfriend Colin and they were both sipping large amounts of wine.
Mary dragged herself towards Aylee who was sulking in the middle of the room by herself. Her orange dress looked tight on her but she still looked amazing. Her hair was in a fishtail and was drooped down her shoulder elegantly. Her eyes were shyly looking around.
"What's the matter Aylee?" Mary managed to reach Aylee and was now trying to lean casually on a pillar décor. Aylee looked at her in a doubting sort of way and then exhaled.
"Everyone has a lover and I have no one. I want to dance but no one is asking me." Aylee's eyes watered and a small teardrop drizzled down her flushed cheeks. Mary pulled of a small smile and grabbed Aylee's hand heartily and ran with all her might to dance.
"Mary, what are you doing?" Aylee was blushing furiously as she looked around. Mary was spinning her round and round.
"Dance with me, Aylee." She laughed and twirled. Being here and dancing was enough to make her grin fully as Aylee started moving her hands and nodding her head to the active violin music playing in the background.
Mary's other friends joined them, spinning into action. All the friends giggled uncontrollably and danced until their feet hurt. For Mary, her feet were throbbing with pain and her skin was burning with pain but she hid this with a smile. Everyone else crowded around forming a circle and watching the five friends let free. Mary spotted Bash right at the front, smiling at Mary. His eyes were wide with humour as she gazed at him.
Suddenly, Francis pushed past Bash and headed for Mary. She hesitated and then looked away from Francis. He was now next to her and she had stopped dancing. To her, though, this was a relief as her legs were wobbling with might.
"Mary, we need to talk." Francis demanded and Mary glared at him hatefully. He was wearing a suit and he had ruffled hair; probably from the woman in his bedroom. Mary was still annoyed at Francis and wouldn't forgive him very easily. Despite this, she nodded and moved away from her distracted friends.
"Sebastian sent your message of telling me that I'm an ass." He tensed at the words and said them slowly and spitefully.
Mary couldn't help snickering.
"Mary, I'm sorry about what happened. It was a mistake." Francis said smoothly but Mary could tell he was desperate for her forgiveness.
"Look, Francis, you can't just go around doing whatever you want. I think you're even more immature than I am and this can't go on." She hissed at him. Francis fought back.
"If you want to be a royal, you must know this; husbands don't answer to their wives." Mary gasped and then spoke in a bitter voice.
"And you must know that wives don't answer to their husbands so that means I can go fooling around with anyone I want and you can't stop me. You'll regret this, Francis, trust me."
