A/N: Hey guys, its Vengeance with another Reign fic. I must say this show was quick to grow on me and I can't get myself to stop obsessing about it. I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Reign.

Sebastian held his hand around his midsection, still feeling the pangs of fire in his side should he move the wrong way. If he couldn't make himself move any faster he was going to miss Tomas and Francis competing in the archery event at the tournament. Under any other circumstance he would have been standing next to his little brother, bow in hand and an arrow already notched. This was the first tournament Sebastian would not compete in since he was thirteen.

After several more steps Sebastian had to lean on the cold stone wall, leaning his head against it, breathing heavier than he would have liked. He fisted his free hand in anger. He had never been a weak man, he had always been strong, he was a hunter and a fighter, he was the fastest rider in the whole of the French court, he could best anyone in a sword fight, and yet here he was, unable to move more than 20 paces down the corridor without having to stop.

Sebastian gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, preparing himself to push off the wall, setting his determination, so as to make it all the way to the tournament. Just as he was opening his hand to peel himself away from the wall, footsteps caught his attention.

"Sebastian, there you are," came Mary's delicate yet strong voice. Sebastian turned his head towards the young Queen and couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the sight. Mary truly was a vision, her ebony locks carefully framing her face, her full lips just begging him to cover them with his own.

"Here I am, your Grace," Sebastian replied, finally moving from the wall ever so slightly so as not to look like he had been using it for support, giving a small bow of his head as he did. Sebastian looked at Mary expectantly, patiently awaiting some sort of explanation as to why she was in the castle, apparently looking for him, rather than out in the court cheering on her fiancée.

"I've been looking for you," she said, confirming Sebastian's suspicions.

"I am at your service," he told her, suspecting she was here to ask something of him, as was her pattern thus far. He almost regretted his words however when he saw the slight shift in her face, like she was upset about something, though he wasn't sure why.

Mary suddenly looked a little nervous as she as she raised her arms to remove her beaded head dress and held it out to Sebastian, as an offering. "Would you do the honour of allowing me to grant you my favour?" asked Mary, uncertainty hidden in her words. Sebastian looked at her both in confusion and shock.

"Your favour, your Grace? I am not competing; and surely you would prefer to give it to your fiancée?" Sebastian inquired, unsure as to why she would choose him. His heart beat a little faster when he watched the shy smile spread across her face as she fingered her offering, running her fingers over the intricate design.

"I rather like winning Sebastian. You may not be competing, but surely you would be victorious if you were," Sebastian beamed. Not many people had ever held him in such high respects before, and Sebastian knew, though propriety dictated that he deny it, that he would in fact beat both his little brother and the bastard son of the King of Portugal.

"In that case, it would be my honour, you Grace," Sebastian said bowing his head again and offering her his arm for her to tie it around his bicep as was customary.

"Mary," The Queen of Scots told him as she took a half step forward in order to be able to tie the symbol of her favour around his arm. Once the knot was secure Mary stepped back and admired her work, grinning at Sebastian.

"Mary then," he told her with a similar grin. The radiance that poured out of her when he simply said her name was breath taking. Without knowing it, the two stood there, gazes locked the rest of the world disappearing around them. Sebastian found himself leaning forward, his face mere inches from Mary's before the sound of an arrow impaling a target drew them both from their hypnotized state.

"Well Sebastian, it would seem the tourney has begun. Would you care to accompany me the rest of the way?" Mary asked, attempting to bring their interactions back to a formal state, though the rosy blush on her cheeks did not go unnoticed by him.

"My friends call me Bash," Sebastian told her as he held out his hand by way of response. Mary merely nodded and took his hand, and together they walked. If Mary noticed that Sebastian was walking slower than normal, or the fact that his arm was wrapped around his torso, she made no comment. She merely looked forward as they went, as if everything were normal, for which Sebastian was thankful.

When they finally arrived, everyone was already seated. Sebastian walked Mary to her seat and then bowed before moving off to sit with his friends. It appeared that his brother and Tomas were just warming up when they had heard the arrow hit the target because there didn't seem to be much going on just yet.

Sebastian could feel eyes on him as he finally sat, thankful for the rest, but irritated by the hair standing up on his neck. He scanned the crowd, looking for his watcher, his eyes finally falling upon Tomas. He was glaring at him, apparently not approving of his fiancée being escorted to the festivities by someone other than him. Sebastian, in his usual form merely smiled at Tomas, which seemed to spring the older man into action.

Sebastian watched as he made his way to Mary, bowing a little as he stood at the bottom of her platform. "Your Grace," he started so formal as he spoke loud so the whole crowd could hear, "I wonder if you might do me the honour of granting me your favour?" for a split second Tomas' devilish grin turned towards Sebastian, expecting some kind of reaction. He obviously wasn't prepared to be met by Sebastian's Cheshire grin and laughing eyes, because he looked dismayed as he turned back to look at Mary, who shifted slightly in discomfort.

"Forgive me Tomas, but I have already given my favour," Mary explained, her gaze turning to Sebastian. Tomas followed her gaze, his eyes widening when Sebastian shifted in order to show his arm, Mary's head dressed tied there in a secure knot.

Sebastian watched as fire burned in Tomas' eyes as he turned without another word to his future wife and resumed his place next to Francis, defeated.

Sebastian grinned and winked at his blonde haired little brother as Francis looked at him questioningly, to which he just winked and shrugged. He wasn't sure what Francis was thinking, but he was sure his brother was almost as displeased as Tomas was.

Now that Tomas was back in his place, the tournament was called to start and the crowd all turned their attention to Tomas as he notched his arrow, at least almost everyone in the crowd. Sebastian found his gaze moving back to Mary, his full attention on the young Queen as she watched in delight at the games going on around her. She must have felt his eyes on her because for a split second their eyes met again and a slight blush graced her cheeks, causing her to give him a small smile as she lowered her head a moment to compose herself before returning her attention to the two men in her life.

Or perhaps, Sebastian wondered as he watched his half-brother notch his first arrow, two of the three?