[Author's Note] So...I'm back. I haven't posted anything since I think January, and this is my first time trying to post a Reign fic, so be gentle? :P This is based off a role play plot I've been doing since this summer with DoYouKnowWhatStarsAre?, but I'm writing and posting this fic on my own. Lord Enjolras is her creation and I'm writing him with her permission. This might be a bit of a long fic. Multi-chapter for sure.

Distorted Mirrors

Chapter 1

Lord Enjolras knew he was head-over-heels in love with Sebastian de Poitiers, the king's bastard. He knew that he was, and that was why he had taken him, even if Bash himself did not understand this yet. He did love Bash, and he meant to teach Bash to be good and to love him too.

Carrying a tray of food, Enjolras made his way down the stairs into the grimy, dark dungeon and stepped into the dark little hole of a room he had put Bash in.

What he saw made him pause. After days of resisting, of demanding to be freed and turned over to his brother, the Dauphin, Bash had finally given in and gone to sleep on the tattered and dirty blanket that Enjolras had so graciously provided for him.

He only stood there for a moment, an internal war raging within him. He had come down here to see his new lover – and Bash would grow to love him – but should he leave and come back later?

No, he finally decided.

He had been away from him too long already.

So, kneeling on the grimy floor, he made to brush Bash's hair from his eyes in an effort to wake him gently, but Bash almost immediately startled awake.

Enjolras merely grinned down at him with blindingly white teeth.

"I brought you food," he announced, leaning down to kiss Bash on the cheek and pretending that he did not see the manner in which his prisoner flinched away from him. "I brought you apples – that aren't rotten this time – and meat – a good deal of it – and bread that I bought off a farmer up the road."

"Where is the farmer?" Bash immediately asked, his tone far too innocent, and Enjolras instantly gave him a disapproving scowl.

"You know I can't tell you that, Bash," he snapped out, and Bash flinched as soon as his name left his captor's mouth, although the other man could not imagine why. "How can I tell you where you are? What if you try to escape?"

His hands began to wander lewdly over Sebastian's body. Yet again, Bash flinched at his touch. Enjolras just couldn't understand what on earth was wrong with him, or why Bash did not like being touched like that. Surely he saw how much Enjolras loved him.

"I – I can't escape, Enjolras. How would I -?

"Bash! What did I tell you? I am your master, and when you speak to me you will address me as such." Enjolras felt his anger flare up, sharp and irrational, but he tried to keep his voice calm and level for now. For the time being, he wanted to be gentle with his little pet before he had to resort to harsher methods.

Bash was silent after that, and once again Enjolras's hands began to move over his body – until, to his utmost confusion, Bash jerked himself away, pressing his back up against the wall.

"Please stop."

Enjolras saw red.

"What? I brought you food. Personally. You owe me!" he exclaimed, his frustration clear in his tone. Why did his pet have to be so foolish? Could he not see the way things were meant to work? Perhaps he should have found someone more intelligent – but then again, he couldn't help it if he was in love with Bash.

"I – "

"No ! You owe me!" he howled, and his hand flew up – seemingly of its own volition – to slam into Bash's jaw. He saw the bastard's head snap back, heard the cracking sound it made when it struck the wall, and he knew that he should be sorry for harming his soon-to-be lover, but he was not.

"You owe me! You owe me!"

"Master – I – Enjolras.."

And then, as quickly as it had come, the rage went away, at least for the most part. Enjolras sprang to his feet, breathing heavily, and kicked the food tray over, sending it spilling it across the floor.

"Since you have decided to be so…damn ungrateful, consider this the last meal you'll see for a while," he said with an ever-darkening scowl as he departed the room and the door slammed shut.

[Author's Note 2] So...if anyone reads this, would you like the next chapter to be from Francis, back in France? Or from Bash? Or from Enjolras again? Please let me know in a review.