hey, this is my new fanfic. It'll be a shorter one than Just Light (Ray of Light that Contain Words. Please enjoy!
SUMMARY: Set after 1x10, Sacrifice, when an unexpected messenger from Rome appears, the Crown of Scotland is in the hands of the Future King of France, Bash. He has to choose between two girls he might be in love with who will be the Queen of Scotland and his Queen.
Couples/Pairs: Lolash, Frary, possibly Mash, Greith(if appears later)
OC: The messenger(a girl named Lydia)
Disclaimer: I own nothing about Reign except my own idea. The gorgeous characters and the great shows are owned by their respective owners, people I'd love to become overnight. :-)
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It had already been sometime since Bash was in the legitimization process and he was still unused to the open audiences with the French people. It was boring and he couldn't stand that.
A young girl, a messenger stood in front of the Future King. She had ice cold eyes who saw nothing, but darkness in the world. She couldn't be older than he is, she must have been lot younger.
'I demand to speak with the King of France himself, not with the Future King only' she said with a cold, but strong voice. 'I have a message from Rome'.
'How unexpected! My father hasn't still returned from Rome himself. You can talk to nobody, but me' Bash replied.
'It cannot be helped. My name is Lydia Delaventure, a messenger of Pope's will in France. I have been sent to deliver some news of a legitimization'.
He sighed.
'Since it is about mine, you can speak'
'It isn't about yours, Sebastian de Poitiers'.
He raised one eyebrow.
'Then, whose?'
'I shall speak, but I would prefer to have my words in private and to have Queen of France, Mary Stuart and Lola Fleming also here. The Dauphin of France is welcomed to join us if he wants to' Lydia said and smiled.
'Very well!' Bash said. He breathed relieved. 'Guard, we shall take a break, also that I must discuss with this messager for a short while'. Bash was really relieved that he could escape from that boring job he had to do.
'You should bring Mary Stuart, Lola Fleming, this is the most important for them'.
Bash gathered the ones requested into a chamber.
'Francis is nowhere to be found right now those times'.
'I heard' Lydia said. 'However as Mary Stuart and Lola Fleming are here, we can start. Also, it is a pleasure to have Queen Catherine here too'.
'Very well! You can speak now' Queen of France spoke with a fake sweetness. 'I understood that you have a message, thankfully one that got me out of the tower'.
'Yes, I have' she said and smiled. 'I have been sent by the Pope with the news of the successful legitimization'.
Her voice was interrupted by a knock at the door. The door was opened and a man entered the chamber.
'Francis...' Mary said with regret and pain in her voice, a thing that Lydia saw.
'Where have you been and why you just appeared right now? Francis' Queen asked. 'Look at you! You aren't well at all'.
'It's okay, Mother' he replied.
'Francis, the Dauphin of France'. Lydia smiled.
'It's been sometime, Lydia. How have you been doing?' Francis said smiling, as he hugged her, much to everyone's surprise.
'Well' she replied. 'What about you?'
'The same thing as always...' he replied smiling.
'Oh, Lord! Speak!' Queen Catherine screamed to Lydia.
She cleared her throat and breathed once.
'Due to new letters, authentic letters found recently between James IV's things, the Pope has decided to recognize Janet Stewart as a legitimate daughter of him, thus Lady Lola Fleming, Janet Stewart's daughter, has been decided to have equal chances to the Throne of Scotland as Mary Stuart'.
'What?' Lola said. Her voice was overwhelmed by emotions; she was amazed by the situation and didn't really know how to react to such a situation. She lowered her head. 'It cannot be possible'.
'Lola...'
'I do not want any throne'.
'Let me finish, Lady Lola. You have no right to decide whether you will get the throne, in this situation. Janet Stewart, Mary de Guise and the Pope have decided that France is the one with a word to say. The Future King of France shall choose his Queen, the one who shall reign in both Scotland and France'.
Bash was blocked. He had nothing to say.
'Your Majesty, I would love to ask you make a quick decision but I am not blind. I see the situation. The circumstances do not help, do they? I shall wait for the answer, then I'll go back to Rome and deliver your final decision to the Pope'.
'You can go now' Bash finally said after moments of silence.
Lydia left fast. She had a complicated smile on her face; she found the situation really interesting.
'Guards should escort Queen Catherine back to the tower. Francis, can you go tell everybody that I'm not returning for the rest of the part in the Throne room?' Bash said mechanically. 'Everyone else can go back...'
'Bash...' Mary said.
'I have to be alone, please' he said, more like a scream full of despair and pain'.
'Bash...' she repeated.
'Now!'.
Mary took Lola and left the room. Both girls were really confused and surprised by the news. Mary was nervous about how everything would end out like, but Lola knew she should have any hope as there were no chances of Bash choosing her, also that it was clear to everybody she wanted everything but that throne.
Bash was left alone in the chamber. He couldn't think right. He couldn't.
Francis found Lydia wandering around the Garden.
'I do not understand why you are here. You are the heir of Delaventure family, not a messenger of the Pope. What is really going on?' Francis asked.
'Well.. I wanted to see the Court, you and the spectacle is much more enjoyable than anyone can expect'.
'So is this all about that?'
She smiled.
'You can say so if you want. I cannot put words inti a coherent sentence myself'.
He laughed.
'Can you?'
'I cannot Francis, believe me! I know you never believed in many of my words, but at least believe me that I have no plans but to enjoy the show'.
'Interesting'.
'That's my favorite word, but you know that'.
'I do'.
Lydia laughed and leaned forward to Francis. He didn't expect anything but an ice cold sigh. She had that habit of changing the mood in a matter of seconds. Lydia leaned until her lips touched his.
However it was only a short kiss, though she felt it.
'You cannot enjoy a good kiss anymore, can you?' she said.
He sighed.
'I saw you. I can see many things. You are so madly in love with Mary Stuart. And she loves you too, but...'
'What?' Francis replied raising one eyebrow.
'She is confused, and this makes me confuse too. I can guess that it is because of the engagement between her and your brother, but I know the whole story' Lydia said with a clear voice. 'Tell me what made her want your brother's legitimization'.
'She didn't want to marry me, right the day our wedding was going to happen'.
'Your poor heart... I wonder what was her reason. It is really tangled, this story'.
'A superstition.'
Lydia raised one eyebrow.
'Go on, Francis. It sounds interesting'.
'Mary has come to believe that if we are wed I'll die.'.
Lydia widened her eyes, but she said nothing.
'What do you think?' he asked her, with his voice shaking.
'The French Court has such a complicated air' Lydia said and smiled. 'This air is made only for beautiful stories'.
'Not mine'.
'I never said whose. Mary Stuart. Lola Fleming. Those two are the main characters'.
'If you say so'.
She smiled.
'I can tell you if you want. I mean I can tell you what I see. Let's sit somewhere'.
Francis invited Lydia to his chambers, the place where they could talk freely. Lydia seemed to enjoy that. She liked his chambers, thought there was nothing special about it and almost no difference between it and her own room home.
'You can sit there' Francis said pointing to a chair. 'Now, tell me, what do you actually see?'
She smiled.
'I see the same things as you do, but I pay attention, Francis. There are two complicated stories here at the Court. The first one seemed to be more important at first, but withing the news I brought today, the second one just raised so high' she said. Her smile faded and she started watching the carpet with a cold sight. She sighed and started to speak again, as her smile came back. 'The first one includes you, your brother and the one you both love. And, oh Lord, she loves you back, but cannot be with you due to that prophecy. Mary Stuart feels as confused as you are. She feels attracted to your brother, but she forced herself to love him. There is someone else that loves him sincerely, but we already going to enter the other one'.
He sighed.
'Tell me, Lydia. What's the other one?'
'Its main character is the Little Lady. She is in love with your brother as much as you love Mary Stuart. On the other hand, he is truly in love with...' Lydia said, but stopped as she sighed.
'Lydia?'
'I am fine'.
She raised her head and watched around. She smiled.
'Both. He loves both! He does, but he forces himself not to want Lola more than Mary. He sees the power of fate and knows that Mary may not be his true love; she might be yours. He sees that he himself may want the Lady more than Mary Stuart. Francis?'
He was lost in thoughts for a moment, but easily woke up to reality as he heard his name called.
'Francis?' Lydia repeated.
'Yes. What is it?'
'I stopped because of two important reasons: the first is that your lost yourself and I dislike to talk to no one, but the walls and the second reason is that you are an idiot'.
He widened his eyes.
'This brother of yours is a really good one. He declines his chances to be happy with the one he loves because he wants you not to die. Anyway, do not think of him not taking advantage of being with Mary Stuart'.
'Go on with your story'.
'I do not want. I said what I wanted to say. Who do you think the Future King will choose?' Lydia said and smiled,
'I know who I would have chosen '.
'If you think so'.
'Yes, I think so'.
'Very well, but who do you think Sebastian will choose?'
'How do you expect me to know?' Francis asked.
'Okay, keep avoiding the question'.
Both smiled.
The silence reigned few moments after that, but soon her smile faded. She left the room without any other word.
Francis remained still, thinking about everything he had been doing recently, what Lydia told him and what really happening in that world he has to manage to live in. Nothing was alright.
He rushed out of his chambers having an own direction. He wanted to be sure of one thing and he had to do that.
Mary also got lost in her thoughts. She couldn't really believe what really happened. Much to her surprise, someone entered her chambers as a storm. She wasn't waiting for him.
'Francis... what are you doing here?' Mary asked.
'I want to talk to you'.
'I... actually, wanted to do so too. I felt that would be fair'.
'Do you really speak about fair things? You are unbelievable, Mary!'
She raised one eyebrow.
'I do not see where I did wrong'.
'Everything that it's happening now it is wrong. Everything... Bash legitimized, the thing with Scotland, and... you with Bash. I love you and you cannot deny that'.
'Francis...'
'You cannot even deny that you love me, Mary, and you know that. So why are you really doing this? Because of that prophecy... Deny your feelings for me if you really believe in that prophecy'.
Tears hit the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't cry. She didn't want to.
'I cannot be with you, Francis. You also know that'.
'What I know is that you threw me for something that it isn't even real. I do not live for anybody else, but for you. I love you. I want you even more than I want to live'.
'Francis, no!' Mary said with a shaking voice.
'The thing that's confusing me is that you cannot even deny the fact that you also want me, you also love me. Deny that! Tell me that you do not love me! Tell me, Mary! And after that I'll leave you for all'.
She wanted to say that, but she couldn't lie. She could never lie him.
'Mary...'
'Francis, are you alright? You must be very mad now, but...'
'What?' he screamed to her.
'You are really... Francis, you are not okay, you must be going insane'.
'I am indeed losing my sanity... Everything because I am not with you, I cannot be with you'.
'Francis...'
'Deny everything you feel and I will leave you'.
'Francis, you are not well!' Mary said, shaking. 'Leave me alone, please!'
'Very well' he said with tears falling all over his face. 'But first, I want to kiss you again. Those cannot lie. Those never lie'.
He leaned forward Mary. Her horror raised to its sane peak as he was getting closer. She couldn't stand that. She knew that if he would kiss her then he would get to know she still loves him. There was no moment for her not to love him. She knew that but couldn't let him know too. She couldn't. She shall not. She will not.
'Leave me alone, Francis!'
'No!'
'Please...' she said as her tears finally reached the edge and started falling down her face. She couldn't resist more.
'Mary... no!'
'I'll call the guards. Please, do not take a step forward'.
'Go on! Do that! You know you can... You have always been so strong. I really love that at you' he said smiling. He got enough close to be able to kiss her, but he hesitated.
'Francis, please, no!' she repeated a few times.
'Call the guards if you do not want that... I might kiss you if you do not' Francis said. 'Do it!' He got close enough and finally decided not to hesitate. There was no moment to lose and he really longed for that kiss. His lips were nearly on hers. They seemed to have touched, but actually didn't.
'Guards!' Mary screamed with all her power.
He turned her back to her and left the room. Francis whispered something to the guard that entered her room. He left with his head down.
Mary fell on the floor as the door closed. She wanted never to stand again. It would have been very well if the time would have stopped right there and she wouldn't need to live in such a cruel world anymore. She couldn't endure anymore. She just couldn't. Tears fell all over her face. Mary couldn't control them anymore. Her tears had a free will and it was written in stone that they had to fall right then. Such unstoppable tears she had that moment!
The facts all around her made Mary cry and laugh at the same time. She couldn't but feel every existent emotion that moment, being overwhelmed by any feeling she had. She loved Francis and wanted him more than anything. She forced herself love Bash, only to protect Francis. She was put into such a situation in which she could even lose her crown as she knew how Bash actually felt, struggling with everything and his love for the both girls he had to choose between; the worst was that Mary knew that Francis would have chosen her without hesitation.
Ever since she came back to the French Court, her world has been only Francis.
She couldn't deny that either.
Bash entered his chambers. He had nothing to say and nothing to think about.
But he couldn't not think. Everything was really happening and Bash couldn't stop time. Oh, how much he wanted to stop time right then and pass through everything. He could think about what he could do if the time would be stopped. Bash would steal many kisses, would whisper and tell everything he had to.
That was only a dream. It was only a dream he had always hope would become reality.
No.
A knock at his door woke him up from that dimension between reality and dream. He was at first annoyed; he wanted to be alone, however he raised his head and allowed that person to enter.
But it didn't. It kept on staying after the door without moving.
'Stop there' the voice of a girl said as Bash has came to open the door. 'It's me'. He recognized her voice immediately.
'Okay'.
'Good'.
'I know you are smiling behind the door' he said.
'Yes, I smile. Are you smiling too?'
'I try, but I do not know if I can right know. You know the situation, you are part of the situation just as much as I am'.
'I will stay here, behind the door, until you smile too'.
He tried not to smile, wishing she would keep staying there, but he knew that she felt him and was ready to go.
'I smiled, but do not go' he said. 'Please!'
'Okay'.
The silence reigned for few moments. Neither Bash nor the girl knew what to say. They could have many words prepared but none could fit then. It was such a moment in which only silence could feel perfect.
'I really wanted to talk to you...' she said. 'I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't do that. That's why I am behind the door and I'm talking through it. This door is the best way I can tell you what I have to'.
'I understand. I wanted to talk to you too'.
'However, I just lost my words and I am so happy that there's a door between us because I do not know what I could do if I would just block in front of you' she said with a shaking voice.
'It's okay'.
'I am sorry'.
'Do not apologize. Just keep smiling'.
'I have to apologize; I'm doing it smiling, so do not worry. I am really sorry this is happening and I have to apologize because I'm part of everything. I never wanted to put you in such a situation'.
'It is okay. I'm fine. I am really happy that with this I can make order between my feelings also'.
She widened her eyes, behind the door.
'Feelings?'
'Yes, feelings' he replied.
'What feelings?' she asked.
He then opened the door, looked at her in the eyes for less than a moment and leaned forward. He did what he wanted to do since the moment she recognized her voice minutes before. He did what he wanted to do since he first met her, but the circumstances didn't always help get that close. He kissed her and the kiss was passionate, strong and it had a meaning.
Both enjoyed the kiss.
He sighed when he lost her lips. He could have given his soul in a trade for time to stop that moment and the kiss to be eternal. That was his biggest wish, but that was also the most impossible thing he could have ever wished.
After that kiss ended, they both had only one thing in their minds. That kiss could collide worlds, that kiss was everything and nothing at the same time, that kiss was their truest everything. That kiss wasn't a mistake at all.
But they couldn't continue, though they both would have wished to steal a thousand kisses each minute for a thousand years, everything over and over again. They couldn't.
They had to depart. As she started to move backwards, he entered his chambers. As she started running back to her chambers, that door closed.
The truest magic ended, breaking both's heart.
Thank you again for reading this. Please review and tell me what do you think, who do you support, who do you think Bash will choose! And if you have any idea you want in this fanfic, tell me in your review. Also, note that English is not my first language and I am really sorry for any grammar mistake that might appear. Thanks again! See you later. :)