Brothers and Bastards
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.