Anya rapidly knocked on Sebastian's door. She was growing impatient waiting for him to open it. She saw the doorknob turn and a shirtless Bash came to the door.

"Anya?"

"Sebastian...we need to speak. May I come in?"

Mary came to the door and stood behind Bash "Of course you can."

Sebastian moved out of the way and let Anya inside "What's going on?"

"I need to leave."

Mary's eyes got wide "What? Why?"

Anya sat in the chair by Bash's bed and hung her head, almost in shame "My mother and my father are both former pagans. Catherine told me that she would release me from my marriage with Francis if I helped make sure that Mary and Francis would end up together again. I suppose the queen feels guilt over what she did."

Sebastian was not surprised, he kind of already knew. Mary's covered her mouth with her hand "How could you?"

"Mary, I'm sorry! I was in a relationship that was doomed...at the time, at least. I did not think I would get pregnant and I did not think Francis would fall in love with me. I wanted out! Out of the thoughtless marriage that was nothing but a political alliance. Catherine said if I somehow made it happen she would give me my freedom. I would be free to Marry another. I took her deal and now she knows that I have knowledge of pagan rituals."

Mary had never been so angry "You are the reason that I almost destroyed my relationship with Sebastian? If we had done what was bound to happen if Bash had not walked in, I could be pregnant and my relationship with Bash would be doomed!"

"Yes...that was me."

Mary felt betrayed but Sebastian pulled her aside "I once told you a long time ago about my mother's former pagan ways. I am the product of a pagan women. If you love me, you can find it in your heart to help Anya."

Mary nodded "I suppose you're right." Mary turned and faced Anya "You can't leave!"

"Mary, Francis hates the pagans. He will have me executed...and possibly our child."

Mary shook her head "Francis is not so heartless. I promise. If you run...you are just like me. You will be the women that broke his heart and abandoned him. You can't let him go through this again. You must confront him and if he decides to follow the path of hatred then I will help you run. You will go to Scotland and I will make sure you and the child are safe. But...you must talk to Francis first."

"Catherine already had people loading up a carriage to take me to somewhere 'safe' supposedly."

Sebastian placed a hang on Anya's shoulder "I suppose this means you better go confront him now. You don't have time to waste."

Anya stood up slowly "If he wants to see me burn...you both promise that when you rule Scotland you will keep me safe?"

Mary smiled "I will make sure not a hair gets touched on your head or the head of your child. You have my word."

Anya smiled "I guess if worst comes to worst I can hide out for a few days till the wedding. That will be my only chance."

Bash smiled gently "Go."

Anya nodded and swiftly exited his room.


Anya walked into Francis' room

"Anya...is everything alright?"

Anya shook her head and a tear escaped and ran down her cheek "I must tell you something."

Francis walked towards her and wiped her tear "Whatever it is you can tell me."

"Francis...I want you to know that I do care for you and love you."

"I am sensing a 'but' is coming soon."

Anya nodded "but...I am not what you think I am. I am the daughter of two former pagans. I used an elixir to make sure that you and Mary went to bed together that night."

Francis was confused "That night I came to you?"

"That was completely unexpected and not meant to happen. I was hired to make sure that you and Mary got back together. I used a pagan elixir."

Francis was walking back and forth across the room "Why?! Why would you do this? Who hired you?!"

"The person who hired me is unimportant as are my reasons."

"That is not true! Tell me!"

Francis had never yelled at Anya before

"The Queen...She told me if I got you and Mary to conceive an heir that she would allow me out of our marriage."

"My mother! I should have known!"

Anya simply remained silent until Francis looked at her with heartbroken eyes 'Why did you want out?"

Anya wiped away tears "I...I hated you! You ignored me because I was not Mary! I was angry and I wanted a chance to be in a real marriage. I did not know that we would be...what we are now."

"Pagans get burnt you realize this, right?"

Anya nodded "But rest assured that I will be long gone before you get the chance..."

"How could you betray me like this?" Francis placed a hang in his hair "I don't understand!"

Anya looked away from Francis "When I betrayed you, you were not a husband. You were simply a man that I could not escape from." Her eyes returned straight to his and she looked into his deeply "But you are my husband now. You love me and you protect me and we were going to be a family."

Francis watched as Anya fell to her knees and began to cry. He wanted to hate her for being deceitful but he simply could not. He ran to her and took her into his arms "We are a family! I forgive you."

Anya looked up at him with confusion "Really?"

Francis smiled "I love you, Anya. Don't ever leave me."

Anya sobbed into Francis' night shirt "I won't ever leave you! I promise! I promise!" She wrapped her arms around Francis' neck and kissed him gently "Catherine is loading up a carriage for me. She can overthrow you because you are not king yet."

"What are you saying?"

"I will go. We will meet in Scotland for Mary and Sebastian wedding. It is supposed to be in a few days so it won't be that long."

"No. I am not letting you go."

"Do you want to see me burn?"

Francis shook her head rapidly but could not speak. Tears were pooling in his eyes.

Anya touched his face gently "We have come too far to let it all go. I will return to you, I promise. Catherine is right, pagans have no place in French Court."

"Anya please..."

"I must do this. I must go and make sure that your mother can't harm our child. Child or no child she will have me burnt. I must protect our son or daughter!"

"Do you think that she is truly taking you some place safe? Don't be naive!"

Anya wiped a small tear from Francis' cheek "I must have some sort of faith. I will not allow this child to burn for my sins." She kissed Francis passionately and gave him one final glance. She rose to her feet "Goodbye."


Mary watched through the window as Anya got into the carriage "I suppose this means that Francis rejected her."

Sebastian sensed Mary's sadness and walked over the window and wrapped his arms around her "We will see her again, remember? In Scotland."

Mary smiled "Yes, I suppose we will. We must protect that Child."

Bash nodded "Our little niece or nephew will be well cared for, I can assure you of that." Bash kissed Mary's neck and held her until they could not longer see he carriage and it disappeared into the night.


Francis Woke up and had never felt so enraged. He was tired of his mother constantly interfering He quickly dressed and made his way down the halls. He barged into his mothers room "How could you!?"

"What?"

"How could you do this to Anya?"

"She is a pagan!"

"No, she was raised by former pagans. There is nothing evil about her. How could you?"

"French Court has absolutely no place for a pagan or even someone connected to that horrible faith. I can't allow a pagan to be queen."

"but I can."

"Francis, that child and her will be well cared for because I promised her that and I am a women of my word. However, She can't return."

"She will return! Once father has died and I become King you will have no authority here!"

"How dare you speak to your own mother this way?"

"A real mother would not try to push away everyone that her son loves. You shame me! Anya is the women I love and I refuse to accept that she can't return!"


Francis made his way outside the castle and saw Mary in the garden. She was kneeling down and looking at the roses "Hello Mary."

Mary stood up quickly and smiled "Good morning Francis."

"Where is Bash? Don't you two do everything together?"

Mary smiled "He is off riding."

"And you did not accompany him?"

Mary picked a flower and smelt it "Why so many questions?"

Francis smiled "Just curious I suppose."

"There is something I am curious about as well."

Francis looked at her with a puzzled expression "And what is that?"

"Did you send Anya away?"

"No!" Francis could not answer fast enough. He would never have done that."

"Thank Heaven for that. I was worried that you abandoned her and the child because she is pagan."

"You knew? Did you honestly think I am capable of such things?"

"Yes I knew and quite honestly this is the first real conversation we have had since I returned. I don't know exactly what kind of man you have become. I hope you would never do such a thing, I even assured her that you would be accepting."

"I am the same man that I was when you left. Just with trust issues." Francis smiled.

Mary looked away from him "Then I was a fool for doubting you."

Francis saw Bash riding into the stables on his horse "Your lover is back. I suppose that means you must be off."

Mary glared at him but it faded into a soft smile "I suppose." Mary handed Francis the rose that she had picked and gave him a final glance before walking off to the stables.


"Did you have a nice ride?"

Bash smiled at Mary and continued to brush his horse "It was a good way to clear my head."

"What troubles you?"

Bash stopped brushing the horse and looked at Mary with sorrowful eyes "I am worried about our marriage. Am I right for Scotland? I never wanted to be a king."

Mary did not know what to say, so she just spoke from the heart "Being a leader is a tedious job. It is hard and thankless and many will people will hate you...but many will love you as well." She took Bash's hand in hers "There is not a single doubt in my mind that you will be a wonderful King. You will be a fair ruler and your people will look to you for guidance."

Bash pulled away from Mary "I don't know if I want to guide anyone. Your mother's response could be here at any moment and I am not prepared to be held at such high regard."

Mary could not believe what she was hearing "This would have been something that wise to think about before you asked me to marry you."

"Please don't be mad. I have just always been free and I don't know..."

"If you are willing to give it up...for me."

Bash was hesitant to speak and before we could Mary was walking away from him. He ran after her and grabbed her hand "Mary, No! That is not what I meant!"

Mary would not look him in the eye "But it's what it sounded like to me! You knew that I was a queen. Why would you let me love you if you did not want the responsibility that came with being my husband?"

"Mary, I love you!"

"Then you will rule Scotland beside me and you will take the good with the bad, just as I have done my whole life."

Bash was silent and Mary simply could not stand the sight of him right now "I don't wish to have this conversation anymore!" Bash watched silently as Mary walked away.


Mary was running through the castle and trying desperately to get to her room. She ran into someone and she fell to the floor. She wiped tears from her cheeks "I'm sorry. I was not watching where I was going." She looked up and saw Francis kneeling down to her "It's alright. What is wrong?" Mary grabbed onto him tightly and cried "Bash does not want to be king! He does not want to rule Scotland! If he does not want that than It would be irresponsible to marry him. How could I sacrifice my country?"

Francis hated the site of his former lover crying over a man "Mary, Bash is a good man. I know this is just cold feet. He is scared because being a leader has much responsibility. He will come around." Francis helped Mary to her feet "Do not fret, Sebastian loves you."

Mary wiped her tears and hugged Francis "I will go find him. Thank You, Francis!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran back to the Stables, hoping he would still be there. She ran until she saw his figure leaving the stabled "Bash!" He turned at the sound of her voice and she ran to him and threw her arms around him. She kissed him as if she had not kissed him in years. "I know that you are worried because being a ruler has so much responsibility. I will only ask you this, Do you love me?"

Bash smiled "It would be a lie if I saw I could live my life without you."

Mary smiled "Then everything else will fall into place."

Bash smiled and kissed her gently "I could not agree more." Bash laughed and Mary looked at him with a confused expression "I can't believe you yelled at me!"

Mary smirked "You deserved it!"


Mary and Bash walked into her room and saw the letter sitting on the bedside table. Mary glanced at Bash who gave her a worried smiled. She opened the letter and glanced at it. She smiled and turned to face Bash "My mother is thrilled that I am marrying the son of a king and has made preparations for us to be wed! I can't believe this!" Bash came to Mary and Kissed her and read the letter "She wants us wed in two days? That is so soon."

Mary looked deep into his eyes "If this is not what you want..."

Bash cut her off with a kiss that could have stopped Mary's heart "I want you. I will accept a kingdom if it means getting to grow old with you."

"I suppose we should tell the king."

"Yes, we should."


Everyone began packing things for the trip to Scotland. The King and Queen filed into their carriage and Mary watched as Greer, leith and Kenna filed into their own carriage. Diane got into her own personal carriage, due to no one wanting to ride with the former mistress. Diane secretly liked it this way. Mary watched as Everyone set out for Scotland and as Frances got into the carriage with his parents.

"Are you coming?"

Mary looked over and saw Bash's head poking out of the carriage "It's not like we have somewhere to be, or anything." Bash smirked.

Mary smiled and shook her head "Oh hush. I am coming." Mary stepped into the carriage and snuggled up to Bash.

Bash kissed the top of Mary's head "We are getting married soon."

Mary took a deep breath and kissed his cheek "I hope my dress is not hideous..."

Bash laughed loudly and Mary just looked at him "I don't understand what's funny. I did not pick it, it could be awful. This is serious!"

Bash continued to laugh

"I see no humor in this."

Bash smiled "It's a dress."

Mary's eyes got wide "I resent that comment."

"I have a feeling every day with you is going to be a battle."

Mary smiled "Is it not already?"

Bash nodded "Good point."

Mary smiled "You are not easy either, you hog the covers at night. It's very irritating."

"Oh, so now the truth comes out." Bash laughed

After hours in the carriage both Bash and Mary had fallen asleep. Mary's head rested on Bash's shoulder and his head rested on top of hers. They were blissful. They were off to get united by Scotland and God. Both Mary and Sebastian hoped and prayed that in the end...however it was meant to end, they would be together.


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