Chapter One.

Bash's P.O.V.

"That was an interesting ride, brother." I said sarcastically.

"Should we tell father? We saw Pagans." Francis asked.

"That's the last thing we shall tell father. We need to wait till the time is right. We should talk to Nostradamus first."

" You rely on suspicions too much. He's a con." He looked at me in complete judgement, not the first time.

"He has been right more than he has been wrong, brother." I said then I heard the sound of giggles coming from down the hall. I looked in the direction and saw two girls. One with brown hair and the other with blonde. The blonde one made me stop dead in my tracks. The brown haired one was dressed in a formal dress, detailed in white and blue, she must be a new princess or noble or something, and the other was dressed in a simple green dress. She must be a lady. She was beautiful. Brown eyes, curvy, she had a bright cheerful aura.

"What are you looking at brother?" Francis had asked. Then his eyes went to the direction of mine and saw the ladies too.

"Who are they?" I asked, looking to face him.

"It's the nobleman Edward's daughter-" He said, before I cut him off.

"And the other one?" I asked, not taking my eyes off her. Francis looked over to me curiously.

"Oh, are you going to try and bed her?" He asked mockingly. I chuckled.

"Brother, how about you mind your own?" When I looked over again, I saw the girls part and the blonde one, turned to the right into a new hallway, and the other in our direction. Once the brown girl bad reached us, Francis stopped her.

"I haven't seen you in French court before, so I thought I'd be the first to formally welcome you." I snickered under my breath at his effort. She seemed utterly surprised, that he had spoken to her.

"Well, this is my first time in court, so you wouldn't have seen me before, but I'm thankful for your welcome." She said almost formally. I turned to see if I could catch a glimpse of the blonde lady.

"Please, I"ll excuse myself from the conversation." I said turning to walk forward past the two of them. From a distance, I heard my brother say, almost snobby. "My name is Francis, I'm the future King of France."

I turned the corner, almost bumping into a kitchen servant. "Where are you taking the plate?" I demanded.

"To Lady Ann's chambers,she requested that she was brought grapes and strawberries." he said. My mind formulated a plan. She must be the blonde lady.

"Let me take it to her, I'm sure you have other things to take care of."

"I have been given very specific orders to take it to her myself." The servant had insisted.

"Well, now I'm giving you specific orders to hand the plate over to me, and head back to the kitchen." The servant handed me the plate and pointed as to where her chambers were, and hurried back into the direction of the kitchen. I followed his instructions and headed towards the doors to the chamber. I gently knocked on the door and then I heard a distinct "I'm coming" from inside the room. The door then opened.

"Oh, is that my fruit? You can bring in here, and place it on the table by the dresser." She walked back into her room and I followed. I walked over to the table and placed the platter down. I then turned back to face her.

"So, you're new here? I'm Sebastian, the king's eldest son."

"Oh, so you feel highly of yourself?" She asked snarkily.

"Kind of." I boasted. " So, your name is Ann?"

"How did you know?" She raised an eyebrow as she questioned.

"The servant had told me, before he had handed me the plate and rushed back to the kitchen." She walked up closer to me.

"So he just willingly gave you the plate to send to me?" Her face, a foot or so away from me, and I moved closer, if possible,.

"What do you think?" I challenged.

"I think, that you are a lying arse."

"Oh really now?" I raised my eyebrows in question.

"Really." she said, I moved my face closer as if I were to kiss her, and she accepted it. I trailed my hands down her back, playing with the corset strings, pulling her closer to me. Then, I felt her hands going to my chest, but not to pull me closer. I was pushed away, and into the wall.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I think it's time for you to leave." She opened the door, waiting for me to leave.

"I'll see you at dinner." I said before she slammed the door.