Hello readers! So I'm happy to be apart of this new and exciting fandom, and so I've posted this fic. Short and sweet, but I think it's dramatic enough. I got a little angsty, but that's because Francis is pissing me off at the moment. Team Bash, sorry Francis fans. Anyway, please read and enjoy! Special thanks and shoutout to my unofficial editor MARVELouslife for taking the time to read this.
It wasn't fair.
Francis was a man, but he was acting a child.
He'd been handed the grand prize—had had it since he was six, and yet he chose to squander and neglect it. How was something like that possible?
Mary, Queen of Scots, was not someone to ignore. For she was kind, and she was smart, and she was all he should have needed and wanted. Her beauty, like no other, was like a beacon and yet, only one brother would show.
But instead of coming to her, Francis took her for granted. Did that, and still expected to be her husband.
But Bash was truly for her, and he cared. He liked to think he loved her.
He knew that she loved Francis.
Bash loved her anyway.
He knew that when they kissed, it'd been a mistake, but he also knew that maybe fate had intervened on his behalf and brought them together when she needed a faithful companion. He'd been there for her. He would always be there for her.
But Francis was his brother. Half-brother, granted, but still, they were best friends, and hopefully always would be.
The greatest of friends face the greatest of challenges, and so it was that they would fall for the same girl, and tragedy would befall them. Sebastian would fall in love with her willingly, and with all his heart, and Francis would as well, reluctantly, but passionately.
But she could only love one.
And that would define them all.