Author's note: Thank you for coming on this journey with me. I hope you enjoyed this story. Please check out my next story Masquerade for more Mashy goodness.
Epilogue
Elizabeth was beheaded with little ceremony. Instead of confessing her sins or asking for forgiveness, she chose to spew more ire before the axeman took her head.
With Elizabeth dead, the English crown was Mary's by right, and no one could deny it. She and Bash traveled to England so that they could be crowned formally. She and Bash waited outside Westminster Abbey, dressed once again for a coronation ceremony.
Bash smiled at Mary, "Do you think this is the last time we'll do this?"
"I hope so, three countries are almost too much as it is, and I'm sorry I won't be much help in the next several months."
"Why would you...Mary! Do you mean?"
"Yes, Bash, we will have another little prince or princess soon."
Bash whooped with joy and kissed Mary soundly on the lips. "You've made me so happy, Mary. I truly am the luckiest bastard in the world."
The music inside the cathedral began and Bash took Mary's hand. She gently squeezed his fingers, and he looked at her questioningly.
"Not a bastard, Bash, a king. My king."
Mary turned back towards the church and began walking down the aisle with Bash toward their waiting thrones and their future.
The End