A/N: Written for Day 21 of my 25 Days of Westallen Fanfiction event.

*Many thanks to sendtherain for beta'ing.

*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter 2 -

Slowing his horse's gallop to a trot, Julian brought the animal to a stop in front of its stall in the stables and swung one leg over the side to drop down onto the ground, while his stable hand held his grand horse steady.

"Thank you, Felix."

The boy nodded and guided the horse into its stall.

Julian moved almost immediately after that, heading straight into his residence. His tutor would be in the library, no doubt ready to teach him more Latin. He abhorred Latin. It had no purpose, given few people could read and only the friar and other clergymen could understand and speak it in turn. Julian had no interest in spending long hours inside the house of God, dedicating his life to blind servitude, sacrifice and celibacy. While his knighthood had been forced upon him by his father, one of the highest-ranking guards of the King, he enjoyed the respect it granted him. And training in the arts of jousting, archery and sword fighting certainly beat any other job he could've been pushed into.

Women fawned over him. Men looked to him as a promise for the future. He would go to the Crusades soon, and when he returned, he would obtain everything he wished for. Separation from his father, a marriage to the woman Barry Allen loved, and all the gold and jewels he desired.

Maid Iris was a pretty little thing. Her dark hair and skin were always accentuated by her light-colored dresses, pinks and purples and yellows, all made from satin ever since she'd become Sheriff DeVoe's charge. Julian went to visit her often, trying to make a good impression. She appeared to be uninterested. But he'd impressed Sheriff DeVoe with his knighthood and manners and shared knowledge of Latin – ironically. Julian knew before he left Collin Woods for the battlefield, he could convince the man to sign a contract in Iris' place, so they would be wed immediately on his return.

Julian wasn't blind to Iris' lack of affection towards him. He knew she'd been closed-minded from the start, unwilling to even consider him an option, because her heart still lay with the foolish boy who'd swept her off her feet before her father and brother had abandoned her. As pretty as she was, and as admirably stubborn, Julian had no problem admitting that he wanted her for himself solely so Barry Allen couldn't have her.

The odds were already against Barry, with the scandal of his father taking on a peasant girl as his pupil in the practice of medicine. Her only place should be that of cooking and cleaning before marrying another peasant at her own level. The fact that another knight, Sir Ronald, had promised himself to her baffled Julian. But he supposed it was not his place. He was even more uninterested in Caitlin Snow than Maid Iris on her own merit. All he cared about was hurting Barry Allen, who had more to live for than he could have dreamed. And he deserved none of it. He took all of it for granted.

Barry not only was able to get by without a real job that would add to the income of his household, but he spent most afternoons shooting off arrows in the middle of the forest. Reckless, if you asked Julian. Especially since he knew for a fact the arrogant boy had no intention of ever fighting in the great war of their time, alongside their King, who he claimed to miss dearly given that the idiotic Prince John was in his place.

Henry Allen might've preferred his son practice medicine, but he did not disown him when he refused to do so. If Julian had refused knighthood, his father would have done exactly that. Thrown him to the streets, because how dare he not want something that came with so much honor, so much nobility, that promised him victory in his life and all that he desired. Despite Julian warming to the idea, he would always be bitter and hold resentment against his father for the pressure he'd put him under. When Julian had announced he was pursuing Iris, his father had just barely approved, and only because her station had been lifted after Joseph and Wallace West's departure. He supposed he should be grateful for that. But he wasn't. It was only another instance in which Sir David Albert reigned supreme.

His father had never mourned his wife or his daughter's passing. He beat Julian when he caught him in tears over their deaths. Women were not meant for one to grow attached to, he would say. They were meant for cooking and cleaning and bearing children. In his wife's absence, Sir David Albert had hired a maid, Louise. Only five at the time, Julian had spent the next eight years being raised by her until he was forced into knighthood by his father. He'd thought it would bring them closer, but it only made him all too aware of what a villain his father could be. It benefitted him that he and Sheriff DeVoe were of the same nature, but Julian swore he would never be like him. He would obtain Iris for himself, but he would never lay a harmful finger on her – something that could not be said of his father's actions towards his mother.

If Iris did not wish to clean and cook and sew, Julian would find a maid who would do those things. And he would make her fall in love with him so that she would never want to leave, never cry in the dark when she thought he was unaware. He would overcome his father in that way and also leave Barry Allen a destroyed mess without the woman he loved. Would he come to hate his father? Would he turn on his mother for never trying to stop Henry Allen from tutoring a peasant girl? Whatever happened, the key would be in seducing Maid Iris.

That was the most difficult task. If he couldn't do it before they were wed, he would be sure to do it afterwards. Either by turning her against Barry or by making him disappear. The idea of killing the young Allen, or hiring someone to do it, appealed to him for only a moment before he realized that would be worse than what his father had done. He would not become worse. He would be better.

But Barry still needed to be poison in Iris' eyes or he needed to leave. Julian just didn't know how to go about choosing.

"You're lost in thought," his tutor said as he walked into the large, quiet room.

Julian came to a halt and nodded once.

"I am ready for my lesson," he said.

His tutor gestured to a comfortable chair in front of him, beside which sat a table and piles of books for him to learn from.

"Something troubles you," his tutor said, looking at him contemplatively.

"When does it not?" Julian asked rhetorically on a sigh, selecting a book and flipping through it to find where they'd last left off.

"Let's talk about it."

Julian paused and looked up at the inquisitive, wise older man and wondered how best to get out of this particular conversation.

"I won't tell your father," he said, setting aside his own book. "Your welfare is my top priority."

Reluctantly, Julian closed his.

"That's not what we pay you for."

"Consider it charity then."

"I don't need your charity," he spat, harsher than he'd meant to.

"But do you need someone to listen? To really hear you, Sir Julian?"

His lips thinned.

"Is it Bartholomew Allen?" he questioned. "Do you want what he has?"

"I am not envious of him if that is what you are asking. I have almost everything I desire, and soon I will have the final piece."

"The affections of Maid Iris."

"Her promise to marry."

"She is willing?" his tutor asked, surprised.

Julian's brows narrowed. "In time."

His tutor analyzed him most uncomfortably, until Julian nearly stood to his feet and walked out of there.

"You want something else." His eyes widened. "To destroy young Bartholomew and all he has." He paused. "To kill?"

Julian was unnerved by how his tutor could appear to know so much about what he was thinking. There had been rumors of him being a wizard in another land long before he arrived in Collin Woods. Julian had not believed it. But at times like this he wondered.

"You presume too much. You should keep to your studies, and to teaching me mine."

"Perhaps."

Julian shook his head and opened his book again.

"Let us get on with the lesson. I will forget this talk, and you should too."

"As you wish."

When the two had found their place in the accurate book, Julian met his tutor's eyes to wait for his direction.

"Tell me what is on your mind, my pupil."

Julian licked his lips, hardly daring to ask. Once it was out, it was out. If his tutor had truly once been a wizard, it was possible he could grant his request.

"Something…other than murder, something…equally devastating."

"Betrayal, you think," his tutor said, then thought again when Julian looked to interrupt him. "The appearance of betrayal."

"A farce."

"Within the Allen family. A façade that destroys."

"Mmm." Julian nodded. "Yes."

His tutor's eyes locked on his, Julian felt for the first time not unnerved, but powerful.

Will you do it?

"Twelve lines down at the beginning," he directed, and Julian lowered his eyes to the book.

He began to read the Latin words, aware all the time of his tutor's eyes on him. An agreement had been made. He felt it in every fiber of his bones. Something dangerous was about to happen, and he was responsible for what would unravel, all by the workings of his presumably loyal yet mysterious tutor, Eobard Thawne.

…

Snuggled close to her love, his jacket spread over her shoulders to keep her warm, Iris relished the feeling of contentment that came with being in the presence of and so near to her darling Barry Allen. He was everything to her. He was security and love and happiness and everything she could have ever dreamed. Growing up, she resented the fact that women were forced into the servitude of their husbands, but as she fell deeper in love with Barry Allen, she knew she wouldn't mind that one bit. She would make him new jackets and hats. She would cook him tasty soup and roast a nice, hot chicken. She would kiss his worries away and bear him many children. She would do everything and anything expected of her as a woman without complaint if it could be solely directed at her love, Barry Allen.

What's more she knew if she did decide to toe outside the line and do something for herself, that her Barry would let her. Even more so, he would encourage it. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, and both his parents were warm and welcoming and loyal to any cause they took up. After all, Henry Allen had taken on a peasant girl as his pupil. Not to spite his son, but because he saw a yearning in Caitlin Snow to learn the knowledge he had to give. He did not see what society bestowed on her but what she wanted for herself. Barry was every bit like his father, though he undoubtedly had a soft spot for his mother. Even if they were the poorest of the poor, Iris would want for nothing as long as she lived with Barry by her side.

But she knew the possibility of their happily ever after was a far and distant dream. She was kept under lock and key in the DeVoe household. Clifford was a resentful, greedy, arrogant man she detested. He did not beat her, nor his wife that Iris was aware of, but he spoke harshly and had an assuming air about him. In fact the only visitor that he allowed into the house as long as she'd been there was Sir Julian Albert.

Julian's disdain of Barry and vice versa was more than enough of a reason for Iris to dislike him, but his eagerness to impress her in a clear effort to win her affections disgusted her. He knew she loved Barry, and maybe that was why he had developed a sudden desire to see her. She knew it could only possibly be to win her hand and steal her away from Barry. But she would not be stolen away so easily, or at all. Even if she and Barry could never be together, her heart would never belong to another. Especially since Julian appeared to get on so well with Sheriff DeVoe. Never in her life would she consent to marrying him. He would have to take her by force, and she would not go quietly.

But she preferred to push those awful circumstances to the wayside when she was with Barry. When she was with him it was only them. She could pretend they were really together for everyone to see, that they weren't worrying about who might catch them, that everyone was happy for their union and they were soon to be married.

But as light started to trickle across the sky in shades of purple, pink, red, and orange, Iris was forced back into the reality they lived in. And that reality was that they'd stayed out far too long. And if they were caught, the results would be devastating.

"Barry!" she whispered in a gasp, his jacket falling off of her as she sat up abruptly. "Barry! Wake up!" She shook him fiercely and finally his eyes opened.

"What…What's going on, Iris?" He rubbed his eyes. "Why are you so-"

"It's dawn!" she said, stumbling to her feet. "It's not night anymore. It's daybreak. If I don't get back before the DeVoes wake up, I may never be able to see you again!"

The gravity of the situation made Barry spring up and take her hand. They ran through the forest, near the sounds of the birds so their running feet could be stifled by other morning noises. When they reached the fortress Iris was meant to be locked up in, Barry started to lift her up so she could find her footing and climb over the other side.

"Barry, wait." She gripped his arms.

"Iris, we don't have time. I can't- I'm not going to be the reason I never see you again."

Her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't want to be the reason either," she said, clutching his shirt tighter.

"Then don't be," he whispered, cupping her face to reassure her. "Climb over that wall, go to your bed, and sleep a few hours more. Pretend you've been there the whole night, as you always do, and tomorrow night we will meet at the lake again."

"Even if it's cloudy?" she asked on bated breath.

"Even if the earth is shaking and the heavens pour forth water from a thousand seas and everyone is watching, I will meet you at our place, and I will wait as long as it takes for you to come to me."

"Oh, Barry."

He kissed her. There in the wakening day, he kissed her hard, pulling her flush up against him, willing this to not be the last moment they shared. When they broke apart, he locked his eyes on hers, begging her to listen to him and follow through with what he asked.

"Go," he said.

Iris swallowed and nodded, letting him help her up the stone wall. When her legs swung over to the other side, she looked down at him and he smiled up at her – a little one, to congratulate her on her little victory.

'I love you' on the tip of her tongue, she decided against it, choosing to believe they would see each other again. She used the vines and protruding stones to climb her way down until her feet touched the grass again. Then she turned around, quietly crossed the yard until she was inside. But when she opened the door to her room, she was stopped dead in her tracks. For there in the chair beside her window sat Marlize DeVoe.

"Good morning, Iris," she said.

Iris didn't move a muscle.

"I thought we should talk," she continued, gesturing to a wooden chair across from hers.

"And if I don't want to?" she said, indignant in a way she couldn't be with Clifford.

Marlize smiled sardonically at her young charge.

"I really think you do."

…

Barry's heart was racing the whole way back to his house. The sound was so loud in his ears that he couldn't even hear his own feet on the ground, which he no longer tried to conceal from any early morning risers.

They'd never gotten that close to being caught. Never.

They'd always been so careful. Meet up at the lake, spend some time getting lost in each other eyes and telling each other how in love they were, and then get back to their homes before anyone suspected a thing.

But this time, he couldn't recall whose decision it was, but they had ended up lying on the grass in the warm summer air, and before either of them knew it, they had fallen asleep. It was probably the best sleep Barry had in a while if he was being honest. Even the sun stretching across the sky wouldn't have been enough to wake him up with Iris cuddled in his arms.

So, in truth, they'd been lucky that Iris was a little more likely to startle herself awake when danger was imminent.

And it had been imminent. Barry just hoped it was a close call only and not the last time he'd see her. He didn't want something terrible to happen to her in that house if she'd been caught. He never asked her about her experience there, not in the six months she'd been living there, but she didn't volunteer information either, so he figured it either wasn't that bad or it was bad enough that she didn't want to talk about it.

He'd let it pass from his mind without a second thought before, but now he worried for her. He'd be going out of his mind with worry until nightfall when they would meet up again. If she met him at their spot, he could ask her what had happened, and hopefully she could soothe his worries. But if she didn't…

Well, he didn't want to think about that. Not now. Maybe he'd pester Cisco later in the day. He'd reassure him, right? It wasn't as if he could go to anyone else. Cisco was the only one who knew about his late-night meetings with Iris, and he preferred it to stay that way.

Finally approaching his home and grateful to see his bedroom window still cracked open, he moved toward it, hoping to get inside unnoticed and a few more hours of sleep before he went in town to distract himself with repairs and babysitting.

The window squeaked a little, but his slim frame allowed him to slip inside and shut the window without alerting his parents who he assumed were still asleep in their bed. Kicking his shoes off quietly, he walked over to his bed and pulled back the covers, intending to will himself to sleep despite the sound of birds and the adrenaline from his taking Iris back to her residence energizing his mind.

But after he slipped into his bed and pulled the covers over him, yanking the drapes shut so he'd be able to shut out some of the light from outdoors, Barry realized he couldn't hear the gentle snoring typical of his parents when they slept. Instead he heard murmuring from a nearby conversation. He held his breath, his first thought being if his parents knew too. What a thing it would be for both him and Iris to get caught because they'd foolishly fallen asleep in each other's arms. He certainly wouldn't be in physical danger from his parents. They'd likely just be worried for him and Iris. Still, it was something he'd been hoping to avoid.

Instead, when he went to his bedroom door and opened it a crack, Barry saw his parents in the living room talking. They were clearly tense, and he couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but he leaned out a little into the hall – lucky to still be in the shadows – and focused his listening on the whispers coming from the distant room.

"Henry, are you sure?" Nora asked, wrapping a shawl around herself as she moved to shut the open front window.

"Yes," he said, then nodded. "I know why you're hesitant, why you worry. But I think we have enough saved up to keep us going."

"For a while maybe, but-"

"These people need our care," he persisted when she turned back to him. "And they can't afford it. Those damn taxes are raised higher and higher every day." One of his hands curled into a fist. "And that good-for-nothing sheriff of ours collects twice a week now."

"I know," Nora said on a soft sigh, placing her hand on her husband's and slowly uncurling the tight fist, making him relax.

"Just a couple weeks," he said, leaning his forehead against his wife's. "With that much money still in their pocket, I can go back to charging a little so we can stay afloat."

Nora swallowed hard. "And if not? What if the sheriff raises the taxes so the money they would've paid you still ends up in his pocket?"

Henry sighed. "Then Barry will have to get a job." Nora opened her mouth to object, but he continued. "A real job, Nora. Not…babysitting and nailing some broken panels back on."

"Henry." She frowned, her brows narrowed in her son's defense. "He does more than that, and you know it."

"It doesn't matter what he does!" Henry's voice rose, and Nora placed her fingers across his lips, making a deliberate nod towards the hall.

"The boy is still asleep," she said in a hushed whisper.

Barry was grateful his mother hadn't actually looked down the hall and therefore hadn't noticed him. Or if she had, she hadn't let on, much to his deep gratitude.

"He needs to get paid, Nora. Helping out the townspeople is all well and good, but he's taking for granted the fact that I can support us and isn't pulling his weight. He needs an income to contribute to the household. He doesn't have one. There's no back-up plan until he does. I won't turn my patients away."

Nora nodded, the end of the conversation in sight.

"Perhaps it's good he didn't want to go into medicine then," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "If you were both in the clinic giving free services, there'd be no back-up plan at all."

Henry sighed.

"He just needs your approval," she said softly, rubbing his back. "Tell him you love him and that you're proud of him, and he'll find a job that pays a wage."

Henry groaned. "He's too good, Nora." He lifted his head to press a kiss to her lips. "Just like you."

She smiled slowly. "You don't think he'll take a fair wage?"

"I think he has a heart of gold that loves to make people happy. And what makes people happier than free labor?"

Nora chuckled and leaned her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Just have a talk with him, my love. He may be more willing than you think."

Barry's mind spinning, he stepped back into his room and shut the door. He should've known this might happen, what with the raising of taxes and his father's gentle heart, his unwillingness to turn people away who truly needed him. In a way he was doing the same thing with the townsfolk who needed assistance with their daily tasks. But his father was right in that they both couldn't be servicing people for free. A doctor's income was higher than most, but what they'd saved up wouldn't sustain them for long if the taxes kept rising.

Barry would have to find a job – a real one – as much as he despised the idea. And he knew people wouldn't be a fan of him asking for a wage when he'd gone around offering his services for free. But maybe they would understand. Everyone except the corrupt sheriff and prince, as well as the Ramons, appeared to have a decent opinion of him. Perhaps someone could offer him work with pay.

At any rate, it would be best to go around asking before his father broached the subject with him. Things would start harmonizing a lot quicker between the two of them if he was one step ahead of his worried father.