Hi Everyone! I can't believe that it's been so long since I last updated! I apologize for the hiatus. Between work, and the baby I have had very little time to myself. I also had a little writers block to suffer through thanks to my good old friend, Pregnancy brain. But I'm back and more excited than ever to write more for my long suffering fans :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Reign, The Vampire Diaries or the Originals. They live inside the hearts and minds of the show writers, but I can still play with them a little too!

Shivering, Sebastian reached for the bottle of wine. He was frozen to the core, and moved closer to the fireplace in an attempt to dry.

It had proven to be a long week, constantly running from his father's guardsmen. He and Mary had almost been captured outside of Rouen and had jumped the cliff down into the dark, cold waters of Le Seine river. If luck held, they would make it to the port city of Le Havre and the coast within three days time.

He reflected on the path that seemed to stretch before him. On the run with his brother's girl, the Queen of Scotland. It didn't take much thought to realize he was in deep, and the consequences of his actions would be dire if Francis ever caught up with him. Sebastian didn't seem to have much choice in the matter however. The moment he had seen the panicked and pleading depths of Mary's eyes, all he could think of was coming to her rescue.

He wanted to be her White Knight.

A sneeze echoed from the shadows near the bed, and Mary moved in toward the fire. Her long hair was wet, sticking to her neck and face in odd places, and she clutched a worn blanket to her trembling frame. Her eyes were rimmed with dark circles and a look of wariness had descended on her beautiful features. Sebastian almost felt embarrassed at the state of her. He didn't deserve to consider himself a hero.

He had heard her crying in the night, sniffling softly when she thought he was asleep. He knew leaving Francis had been a hard decision and that it pressed upon her constantly but she wouldn't tell him what had happened between her and his brother to cause her to leave so forcibly.

He looked at his hands and frowned, watching as the flames from the fire cast shadows and lines on his fingers. Would he be able to make her happy? Did he even have the right to think such things?

"I'm sorry about the way things are turning out." Sebastian spoke up, breaking the thick silence between them and startling her.

"What do you have to be sorry for? It's my fault that we are in this mess in the first place. You should have left me to my own. If they catch us..." Mary started, but Sebastian interrupted her.

"I don't want you to worry about that. It was my own idea to come with you, and it will be my own fault whatever befalls me." He replied and reached for her hand. "Will you please tell me why we are on this adventure?"

"Nostradamus told me that Francis is in danger. That I put him in danger... I just couldn't let my happiness be the cause of his death!" She let her fingers linger in his warm palm, and pulled away shyly.

Sebastian looked at her, ready to ask more when the door burst open with a sudden fierceness that Mary cried out. Francis' guards poured through the opening and grabbed Sebastian, throwing his torso into the table and twisting his arms behind his back before he could react.

"You thought you could outwit us didn't you, bastard?" The captain sneered. Sebastian kept silent, fearing what they might do if he gave into their taunts. Six to one were very poor odds.

"Let him go." Mary boomed, pulling herself up in a Queenly rage. The men gave her a quick bow, but held Sebastian firmly in place. One of the men stepped forward to wrap his hands together with rope.

"Not meaning to offend you, your Majesty, but you have no authority in this situation. This man is a subject of the Crown of France, and as such he is guilty of Treason for the kidnapping of the Queen Mary." The leader of the Guard pulled Sebastian up by his arms and forced him forward through the door. "I am under orders by the Dauphin."

"Then I will have to accompany you to the palace. To see that Sebastian is treated properly." Mary stated. Sebastian shook his head, vehemently.

"No Mary, you must keep going. You are almost to the coast!"

"Don't worry Sebastian. I will be alright." She replied, a sad smile playing on her features. "I am a Scot after all."

Katerina Petrova watched silently as the attractive renegade was forcibly removed from the inn. She was sad to see him go, such a beautiful specimen of a man, but she couldn't have any more attention brought on this place where she had sought refuge. Not with Klaus in such close proximity to her. The sack of coins she held in her palm, helped as well.

She enjoyed the anonymity brought on by staying in such a place, pretending to be the daughter of a distant cousin to the innkeeper. The poor, lonely, old man's mind was so easily manipulated that he hardly needed to be compelled. It was a wonderful place to be, and she could feed to her hearts content on the weary travelers. Who would care if one or two went missing?

Still, it was getting time to move on to another town. Perhaps she would visit Italy. Tales of the renaissance artists had reached her in France, and she was feeling a desire to be on the move again. A change of scene would do her good, and she could use a little distance between her and the Michelson's.

Besides, it was time for her to trade up in status. She did deserve to enjoy the finer things in life, now didn't she?

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