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'What?' Queen Catherine said.
'We have news' one of the guards said.
'What news?'
'We caught someone'.
She smiled. 'Who? I would love to have that bastard in my hands, or even the Queen of Scotland... Who did you catch?'
'Queen of Scotland's lady'.
Queen Catherine raised one eyebrow. 'Her?'
'Yes'.
'Bring her to me!'.
As the two guards brought Lola in, Queen Catherine smiled, however she felt disappointment. She would rather have got the bastard... or anyone else. Lola didn't interest her enough, thought the little lady had a strong connection with the runaways... a connection strong enough to lead to the runaways.
No. That wasn't one of Queen Catherine's plans.
'Queen Catherine...' the girl said.
'The only'.
'What are you going to do now? I know you. You have plans'.
'I will ask you a few questions and your future might depend on the answers'.
'What questions?'
Queen Catherine smiled.
'Where are the others? Where are they going? And more important, what is your connection to Francis and to the bastard?' Queen Catherine knew the answers, but she would feel such a pleasure to hear Lola spill the truth and betray the ones that she could name friends.
'I will not tell you anything'.
'Is that so?'
Then Queen Catherine made a sign with her head to one of the guards, which hit Lola in the stomach.
'Do you want another chance?' she asked.
'No' Lola replied.
'Good! Take her to the dungeons!'
The guards took Lola away as Queen Catherine smiled with satisfaction.
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'Fast' Francis said as he lead the way. Some of the royal guards were still following them.
'We cannot go too far from Calais, we need a boat. We already lost one the other day' Bash said.
'Let's not worry about that. The most important thing now is not to be caught'.
Mary stayed silent while the two brothers were leading her. She could hear that she was often called but she didn't respond, she didn't want to.
Her thoughts were at Lola. What was she doing? What was going to happen to her? Nothing good as long as she was on Queen Catherine's hands.
Mary was riding Clairine together with Bash. Francis was with NoirEtoile right in front of them.
Mary took Bash's hands and stopped Clairine. She wasn't well. Francis stopped his horse too. He sighed.
'What is wrong, Mary?' he asked. 'Are you alright?'
'Francis... I am not well. I feel that the air is so heavy, my body is heavy, my heart is heavy too. I cannot go further'.
Bash sensed what she was talking about. And, even though he felt the same, they had to go.
'Why?' Francis said.
'Francis, it is about her' Bash replied.
'I understand that... but we must go on. Everything will be alright. Mary, I promise'.
'Francis...' Mary said. Tears hit her eyes. And she let them fall down her cheeks, her face and hit the ground with an unusual power and speed.
'We shall get some rest' Bash said. 'I believe they lost our track. We can finally rest'. A small smile of relief appeared on his face, but all the memories of the whole day made it disappear without a trace.
'Alright' Francis said. 'Do you know when the boat leaves, Bash? Mary?'
'At midnight. They hope in two days, at noon, to reach Dover'.
'Very well. We have enough time. We may rest for a few hours, then we go back to Calais. The night shall help us'.
'Francis? Will you go to Scotland with us?' Mary asked. Her tears almost stopped, but something made them comeback. This time, she didn't let them fall.
'Of course!'
'I am so grateful to that' she said as she let herself fall. She would have hit the ground hard if Bash didn't catch her.
'It's okay, Mary. Rest' he said.
As she closed her eyes, Bash moved silently to Francis. He whispered something to his ear and left. Francis followed him, careful not to make a sound which can wake Mary up.
'Promise me, you will get her to the Linlithgow Palace with no bruise' Bash said.
'What's going on?'
'Promise me and I'll tell you'.
'I promise'.
'Good!' Bash smiled.
'Now, tell me what's going on'.
'I will get you and Mary on that boat to Dover and from there you will take Mary and go to Scotland. I will go back to the French Court'.
'What?'
'I have to go back!'
'No! You promised Mary you will be the one that will get her on the Scottish throne. Come on, Bash, you cannot leave her now!'
'I can and I will. She has you and she doesn't need me'.
'What?'
'That's not even a reason' Francis told him.
'It is. You do not even know what I feel or what I want. It's my choice'.
'And would you really leave Mary?'
'She has you. You have her. I shall not be part of the story'.
'You are. Mary cares about you, wants you with her, she loves you'. Francis said those with pain in his voice. He hurt himself saying this truth. But the truth is truth and nothing else.
'So what?'
You have reasons to help Mary. She trusts you'.
'Is this what you want to hear? You want to hear me saying how much I need Lola now, more than I want Mary'. Bash said those full of pain, grief and regret. He could have said many more things, but nonw were enough. Those were the only words that were really meant to be spoken.
'Bash...'
Bash left him and went back to the tree were Mary was resting.
She wasn't sleeping, but she wasn't awake either. But one thing was certain, she was more beautiful than ever, there, even though her face was also full of sadness and pain.
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As a certain youn lady was thrown in a dungeon, she found herself looking at it with big eyes. She had seen dungeons, but that moment everything felt different.
Sarcastic and mad laughs could be heard. The other prisoners, some murderers, thiefs and criminals were laughing at her.
'What such a lady is doing here?' one of them said.
Lola forced herself to be strong in such a situation, but she wasn,t prepared for that. The guards threw her like the most miserable criminal. She knew she wasn't. And if it was for her to die, she would feel honorable dying this way.
At least the man she loved was safe. She only wanted that and nothing else. Her own safety was never a priority since setting the first foot outside the Court, in her journey to find Sebastian and Mary.
She was happy.
A voice called Lola from her behind. It was the voice of a young child. If it was a little boy or girl's... that couldn't be told. It was just a voice of a young human being. Its voice was clear, but low and full of fear of not being heard by others.
'Young lady...'
'Who is there?' Lola asked.
'Young lady... This being may raise the hell'.
'What?'
'It may raise the hell for those who do not belong at the French Court'.
'Who? Why? Who are you?'
'Young lady...'
'Please... Tell me what's the meaning of this!'
But there was no answer. The one that spoke disappeared.
Nostradamus entered his chamber.
'What did you do?' he asked, thought he was the only one in there.
An answer was never prepared and meant to exist. The silence ruled for some moments, which annoyed Nostradamus. He was waiting for its answer and, even thought he wasn't seeing it, he knew it might be there.
'Do you want to play?' he asked. This time he didn't expect any answer.
He left the chamber.
As he closed the door, he saw something moving. His subconscious was working. He saw something. A horse arriving at the Court, maybe? But no rider? It was confusing. And a man falling, full of blood.
What was the meaning behind that?
Too many questions and a little to no time to answer. Nostradamus, though, had his feet moving. He had a direction. There was one person he had to tell. One he has seen in his vision.
She was dreaming of a better future in which she wouldn't be away from her best friend, she would be able to be with the man she loves and not let him fall and walk away due to everything that keeps happening. Everything seems such a bad thing in her dream.
She was there with her love. Her best-friend was also there, with the man she loves. They had no names. They needed no names. Everything felt so right when they weren't who they were in reality.
That was such a beautiful dream.
But only a dream.
Did it really matter that the flowers were in full-bloom there? Or did it matter that the sun was smiling at its best? It didn't. The reality wasn't what she wanted. The reality meant the cold of the winter and the death of the flowers. No! She didn't want that.
'Wake up!' Francis said, waking Mary up. 'It's the time'.
'Already?' she asked.
'Yes'.
She took three deep breaths and started moving towards Clairine, who she was prepared to start riding with. Bash followed her and helped her get on the horse.
'Are you okay?' he whispered to her ear.
'I believe so'.
'Very well'.
'Bash, would you come here help me with NoirEtoile?'
Bash raised one eyebrow when he heard the question. Then he realized that Francis actually wanted to tell him.
'Okay'.
As he got closer, Francis whispered something to his ears. Then both got on their horses and and rode off. As he was riding, the words Francis whispered to him were getting a meaning to Bash. At first, those were only letters in a strange an inhumanly order, but as more seconds passed, the more they got their own shape.
'I hope you made your choice'.
Bash kept thinking for a few moments. Finally, he realized he didn't.
Yet.
'Bash?' a voice from behind him said.
'Yes? Mary...'
'Well... You asked me if I am well. I have to ask you the same. Are you alright?'
'I hope I'll be'.
Mary said nothing else.
Soon the trio reached Calais. It was late night and not long until the boat shall leave. The town looked dark, sinister and horrible as the night enveloped it. It was everything but a beautiful view.
'This way. Quick' Bash said.
They were indeed riding fast. Calais wasn't anything of a big town, it was a long way for them. For Mary, Bash and Francis, that path was the one to the beloved freedom they wanted.
'Mary...' Bash whispered. He didn't mean it to be said aloud.
But Mary didn't heard the word. Or at least she didn't want to respond. Such a thing was never meant to be known. They kept on passing through Calais's streets, until they finally got to that place where the truest freedom starts, the place where the boat leaves from.
Mary smiled shyly thought she didn't want to.
Nostradamus didn't light up a candle. It was late night and that helped him very much. He didn't want to be seen, not that moment. His feet were silent and his presence was almost not felt. That was a good thing.
He really had to go and warn that woman. He had to tell that woman about her soon future. He knew he had to even if it meant to lose his head in the process. The things that he had to tell her were important. And he hoped she would understand his words. Nostradamus disliked explaining and there was no way she wouldn't understand him, even if it meant some time.
He entered the place where she was at the moment. His presence wasn't felt by her until he was standing behind her.
'Just light'.
'Nostradamus?' the woman said.
'There is no place at the French Court for such a light. Go!'
'Nostradamus?' she said. 'What does this mean?'
'The more I cannot say'.
Then he left.
She was left confused. What could that mean? She understood nothing, however she hoped it wasn't about the hell of her worst nightmares of what the outcome of everything that was going on that moment could be.
She said no to those thoughts. She was strong.
The boat was prepared to leave. There were only a few minutes until it shall depart.
'Come on!' Francis said to Bash and Mary. 'We better not miss it!'
Bash kept riding without thinking. All he had to do was to ride and get on that boat to Scotland with Francis and Mary and finally leave France... and Lola back. This thought opened his eyes. What was he doing? He didn't get his choice. He had to decide right there.
How could he do that?
Bash was battling his own self deciding what he should do. Mary was the young Queen he has fallen for since the very first moment she saw her. He couldn't take his eyes off from her until another certain Scottish girl made him believe that each one has a soulmate and if Mary wasn't his then she was. If Mary wasn't Bash's soulmate, then Lola was. He has never seen the true light of the word until that moment when he fell in love with the beautiful girl that has become a Norse Goddess herself.
Which was the outcome of the battle that was happening inside Bash's soul and mind? He'd kill to know that. He would kill to know which is he supposed to choose.
Who was Mary to Bash? Well, Mary was the one he fell in love with but couldn't have. And as his mother said, he bled for that, inside. Bash couldn't have Mary. He wasn't meant to have her. He wasn't going to hurt his brother by getting Mary. He wasn't that. Bash wasn't meant for Mary. He couldn't. He didn't want to hurt Francis, thought his love for the Queen of Scotland was so strong. Maybe... Was his love for his light more powerful? Lola was... more than he could say. He knew he would be insanely happy with Lola. However... he could live 200 lives and not deserve the pure soul of Lola's. The little lady was in love with him and he was in love with and nothing could deny that... except his love for Mary.
That moment Bash knew nothing. He also didn't know that Francis had a plan too, which wasn't mean not fail even either way.
But the initial plan was never meant to fail either. Even if Bash got on that boat or not, Mary shall get to Scotland and reign.
I love cliffhangers. I cannot wait for the next chapter.
Again, sorry for the big delay. It's the end of the semester and I'm dead-like. Honestly.
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