Disclaimer: I do not own Reign or anything you recognize here in this story, in any shape or form. I only own Grace and the plot.
Author's Note: I AM BACK WITH THE BASTARDS! I apologize for abandoning that story for like 6 months and updating new ones. I have decided to rewrite it since the original story looked like it was written by some 5 year old. In this rewritten story, I expressed all my writing and feelings into this story. I have also improved Grace's character as well as her relationship with Bash and put some flashback into this story, which you guys will enjoy. I really hope you guys like the new and improved Bastard story, which I'll be updating every Tuesday with the exception of today. So, Read, Review, Favorite, or Follow and tell me how you feel.
France 1550:
Age 10
A large cracking sound echoed it's way through the large bedroom as lightning followed behind it. The rumbling sound of the electric thunder cracked again loudly with ominous dark clouds gathering around. With that thunder came rain, pouring and pelting against the French glass window of the young 10 year old's room, who whimpered in her bed with covers over her head, heart racing fast with an uneven breathing. The cracking of the thunder and the lightning seem to cease causing Grace de Cartier, to slowly come up from under her covers. Her heart seemed to return to it's normal beating as well as her breathing. Soon as she thought that everything was going to be alright and she was going to have a good sleep, lightning struck once again. Grace shrieked loudly and pulled the covers over her head again. With her covering her ears, Grace didn't notice someone open her door and walk in. Moving quickly across the room, the person who snuck in her room, stood in front of her bed. Another strike of lightning came over again, but instead of positioning herself in a fetus position, Grace reclined her head towards the front of her sheet, spotting a shadow forming and she closed her eyes. The shadow moved forward, raised its hands and pulled the covers off of her, giving Grace a chance to scream. Quickly the hand covered her mouth and she started to fight. The fight she had started with this person gained the upper hand and pinned her legs down with their knees and her arms at her side with their hands. This is what she feared. Someone going to take advantage of her and here she was laying there before them with her eyes closed.
"Grace," The person on top of her whispered loudly. The voice was familiar. Snapping her eyes open, she locked her gaze at the boy above her, staring down on her with his electric blue eyes. Sebastian, one of her best friend and her fiancé. Imagine that, her fiancé sneaking in her room and on top of her, pinning her down on her bed.
"Sebastian?" She questioned him. "What in Gods name are you doing in my room and on top of me?"
"I heard you thrashing around and shrieking and deciding to come in and comfort you in a way. But seeing as you are pinned down by me, I'd say that's comfort enough." He replied, looking down at her. He suddenly released her arms and removed himself off of her and sat on her bed in front of her.
"Sebastian, you do realize that this such scandalous news will somehow make its way out. And If people realize that you are not in your room and are suddenly in mine, we will be ruin even more. And as a bastard, I don't think -
"You do actually know that people don't care if we are together, let alone be in the same room. Besides, nobody ever saw me leave my room and I wanted to make sure my fiancé was okay." He replied to her rant cheekily.
She blushed madly and looked down, playing with her covers,"You always know the right things to say, Sebastian."
He lifted her chin up and looked into her sea green eyes while his blue eyes gazed back. "I will always be there for you no matter what happens whether we are near or far from each other. And besides whos going to be here to lay beside you to keep yourself company? Now, move over and let me in." Grace moved down to the left leaving some space for Bash to join her in bed. He took off his shoes and got into the bed, wrapping his arms around Grace's torso with her head and hands leaning against his chest.
"Thank you, Sebastian." She responded, letting herself listen to the sound of his beating heart.
"You know it wouldn't kill you to call me Bash." He joked and felt her smile forming on his chest.
"Thank you, Bash."
"Anytime, Gracie."
France 1552:
Age 12
"So, first things first, you have to make sure that you catch your enemy off guard." Bash lectured his best friend and fiancée, circling around her, looking over her outfit which consist of trousers and one of his shirts. "So, kick me."
"What?"
"I want you to kick me in my face. I need to see how high you can kick." He repeated, watching her unsureness and nervousness planted on his face.
"I don't think I should do that. What if I hurt you?" She asked, watching him stand there with his arm crossed. He moved forward and put his arms at her side. He then cupped her face and looked into her eyes.
"You won't hurt me. Besides, I'm kind of skilled." He replied with a smirk and a cocky look on his face. Grace rolled her eyes and she shrugged her shoulders. "And all I just want you to do is kick my hand as it goes up? Okay?"
"Okay, fine." She said, getting into position. He started out slow and move his hand in front of his body. She kicked each time until her legs couldn't reach. "Okay, that's how far I can go."
"Interesting." He commented.
"What are you thinking?" She asked, hands on her knees, panting a little. He glanced over at her and smirked.
"Well, I'm thinking that it's too bad you didn't wear a skirt or dress today," Bash replied back to her. She gasped and snapped her eyes at him. Without thinking, she lifted her leg and kicked him in his face. Bash doubled over and held his face.
"Oh my god! Bash, I am so sorry. The comment just rubbed me the wrong way." She apologized to him. She didn't mean to kick him in his face.
"Oh it's fine." He waved it off, standing up straight. "Now, you know how to kick. And just so you know, I meant that comment."
With her rolling her eyes, she pushed him away and walked away. "Gracie, come on, I didn't mean it!"
Present Day France 1557
A now 17 year old Grace was now sitting in a carriage by herself, making her way back into the French Courts. She couldn't wait. It was almost 4 years since she last visited the castle, the last time she visited Sebastian. Looking out the window for its view, she breathed in the same air that she's been longing for 4 years. There were word also that the Queen of Scots herself, Mary was making her way into the French Court after an attempt on her life was planned. Sighing happily, she couldn't wait to be home where she belonged. The French court was definitely calling her name.
"Who's that in the next carriage?" Kenna, one of Queen Mary of Scots' subject asked. The carriage made its way over next to Mary's own.
"Don't know. It's probably somebody the king knows." Greer, another one of Mary's subject responded, walking up next to Kenna to see the carriage herself.
"Must be. It's practically the same size as Mary's carriage." Aylee said. All 5 of the girls gazed their eyes on the bright blue carriage pulling up next to them. The carriage door opened and out ran a German Shepard. Suddenly a girl with long black hair down to her waist and bright green eyes stepped out the carriage. She stepped down with no help and made her way towards the King and Queen of France, bowing down before them. Getting back up, she moved over to Francis, who she bowed down to and let him place a small kiss on her hand.
"Oh, gosh. Don't you guys realize who this is?" Greer asked, not letting them answer and continued ranting on. "I can't believe she is here. This is probably her father's doing."
"Greer! Who is she? We obviously don't know who she is. So how about you stop gushing and tell us?" Kenna replied to her with a snarly tone.
Greer rolled her eyes and ignored Kenna's attitude. "It's Grace de Cartier. Grace of Spain. The bastard child of King Charles V. How could any of you not know this? She practically known. Also rumor has it says that she's engaged to a certain bastard of the French Court."
5 pairs of eyes turned back to Grace, as she allowed Bash to place a kiss on her hand. Both of the bastards gazed at each other as Bash rose back up still holding her hand. As the two broke apart, Grace moved away and stood across from him, their stares still lingering. "It seems like the rumors are true." Mary replied. All 5 girls watching Bash and Grace walk into the castle side by side, their hands brushing each other before heading towards the castle themselves.