I have returned from the hiatus of death!

Fanfiction was basically being a jerk and so forth I couldn't upload but I figured out a loophole, yadayadayada, so yeah.

This chapter is short, but I apologize.

Enjoy.


I get to the village by dawn, travelling by foot. By the time I get there, my feet ache so I try to find a bench to sit. My clothes are worn, my currency feels heavy in my pockets, and my arms are burned from the sun.

Overall I feel horrible. My mind rambles with thoughts of Francis and Sebastian completely occupying them. There is literally no way to stop thinking about them.

I either hear people talking about them, as I try to find a place to stay in the village, or I am filled with sudden anger and hatred of their actions. After a while, I find a small innkeeper willing to take me in. I give him 10 franc, and enter the small room that I'll be living in for the next few days while I gather my thoughts.

Or maybe I'll just stay here until I die.

The room is nice, except for the peeling paint on the walls, and the messy bed with straw falling out of the side. I walk to the bed and sit on it, heaving my suitcase onto the bed beside myself. The bed caves in under my items and me, causing me to fall backwards onto the bed.

I sigh.

I guess this is how life will be for a while.

Unless Francis comes to save me. I marvel at the thought. Maybe Francis does like me, truly. Maybe all he needed was someone who was normal for once, and didn't treat him as someone high and grand. Maybe he really wanted to be with me. Then there's Bash. No- Sebastian. The cheating man who courted more than one girl at a time. There really is not an excuse for what he did. He used me, and lied, and did everything a man should never do, yet they do it nonetheless.

I put my head in my hands and sigh quietly. I have a whole day ahead of me, and here I am, sulking in my grief and doing nothing about it. My eyes jerk to the trunk. I open it in a matter of second, and have a new dress on not too much longer later. I can at least have some fun in style.

I exit the inn, putting on a big smile for the innkeeper, who obviously has his attention somewhere below my neck. So, I quickly scurry out so I don't have to face the overweight man's stare any longer, and instantly run into someone as soon as I exit the building.

"Sorry!" I say loudly, to whoever bumped into me. More like I bumped into them. Long hair swooshes in my face.

"It's okay," a feminine voice says in a quiet voice. From my place on the ground, I look up to see a well-built woman with specks of dirt on her face. Her brown hair is matted with grease, but her dress looks rather new. I stand up to meet her eyes.

"I'm Ginnifer," I say, curtseying as any polite woman would do.

"Lila," the woman replies. She offers a quick smile, and scooches past me to get inside the inn. Weird.

I turn to go somewhere else again, but once again, boom.

I hit the ground, this time scrambling to my feet. I didn't knock the other person down.

Mostly because it's a man.

A very specific man.

Sebastian.

"Ginnifer, what the hell are you doing out here? Did you have to go through the woods?" he asks.

Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get worse. "I'm fine," I say in a low voice, turning to go inside.

Sebastian hurries in front of me to block my exit. "I'm sorry, I do not know where she came from, I swear. My brother-"

"Oh you mean Francis? The to-be King of France? Why am I even at Court, Bash, is it to be used by men like you?" I accuse him, the words flying out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop them.

"Men like me? What about women like you? You think you can have the perfect little lives, drama free. And so then, when things get rough, they run away," he spits back.

"Of course not! Do you even think at all? The reason I left was to clear my mind before I came back. I'm not running away, I'm making sure I do not make a mistake," my voice gets lower, for some reason.

"Ginnifer, you need to understand that when you are at Court, you cannot run away, even if just for a few days," his voice grows into the voice I've always loved hearing. The whisper with a hint of rasp.

"I have learned by now. It will not happen again," I say, sounding unconvincing, even to myself. I'm a coward. Running away is just what I do. It's in my blood.

Sebastian looks at me with a strange vibe. A small grin crosses his face and he takes his hand and rubs his thumb across my jawline. I shiver. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"You look so pretty, even when you are caked in dirt," he says, leaning down to kiss my lips. I lean up and weave to meet his warm mouth, feeling his hunger as he kisses me harder with each breath he takes. His hand wraps itself in my hair as he pushes me into the inn. I don't know how I do it, but I break away long enough to walk him to my room.

Once the door is closed, I face him. He instantly presses his chest to mine and kisses my cheek, my jawline, my neck, then my lips. He wants it. My virtue. I know he does. But he can't have it. I can't let him. Instead I kiss him, let him run his hands down my waist, over my stomach, around my arms. I lose myself in his arms, feeling every bit of delight I wanted to feel since I met him. Somehow Francis pops into my mind throughout all the commotion. Somehow I don't stop thinking about him even as I kiss Sebastian. Somehow I notice, but don't respond to the knock on my door, followed by the voice of the future King.


Idk. I kinda like the idea of Ginnifer and Francis, do you?

Lemme know in the reviews and I may shift the pairinnng.