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Seven months later
Sophia stood looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in perfectly placed curls that Myrtle had spent all night and all morning setting much to Sophia's chagrin.
She wore a strapless gown that's bodice was dusty rose and beaded with golden and small glass beads. There bottom was all tool covered in a slightly darker pink lace. She wore a necklace that the queen had given her it was a string of golden poppies that were roughly the size of her thumb nail with ruby centers. It was a very generous gift.
She and Catharine had come to a sort of understanding. If Sophia stayed out of her way then there Catharine wouldn't bother her; which suited Sophia just fine. She and Diane were still working down their issues. Sophia had chalked Diane's disapproval up to the fact that she wanted her son to be the kind and nothing was ever going to be good enough for them. But the woman had stopped glaring at her when they were in the same room.
There was a knock on the door and she turned. She picked up her skirts to go answer it.
"Soph" The voice outside inquired. She frowned and stopped short of turning the handle.
"Go away Bash I'm still mad at you." She said turning away.
"We are getting married today. It's not as if you can't run away forever." He said he was right and he knew it.
"I can until I have to walk to meet you with your father outside." She said crossing the room to look at the garden down below. Every castle hand was getting the rose garden for her and Bash's impending marriage. She smiled at herself. She couldn't remember why she was mad at him. It was soothing petty that they had both got in an argument about. She decided that she wasn't upset with him. However she didn't want him to see her in her wedding gown before she walked down to meet him.
"I have something that you are going to want to see. It will make you forgive me." He said from behind the door and she laughed audibly to make sure he knew she wasn't upset.
"I doubt that." She said to him
"I'm going to leave them outside the door and leave." He said in a tone of surrender as she walked to the door. "I love you." She waited a few moments and then cracked the door to make sure that he had left. When she viewed the sight before her she almost screamed. Sophia threw the door open and rushed at the three people standing outside her door.
"Hello darling." He father said embracing her. Tears flooded down her face as she kissed his cheeks and he kissed her back. Of course he and Maria and Giovanni had been invited but Sophia had not thought they would have come. It had been almost three years since she had seen her father. Her little brother looked up at her and smiled. He had been only three when she had left and how he had grown. She crouched down to the best of her ability and kissed both of the boy's cheeks.
"I missed you So-So." The nickname that he called her made her eyes well up with tears again as she hugged him to her. She stood up and realized that Maria held something in her arms. She peeked at the little bundle buried deep beneath the folds of a small blanket.
"Who is this?" She asked smiling at them.
"This is baby Leonardo." Maria said rocking the baby back and forth. Sophia pulled back the fold of a blanket and kissed the baby's forehead.
"I am so happy that you are here." She said looking at them all. Her father stepped forward and held her shoulders.
"It was wrong of me to have kept you away for so long Sophia." He looked ashamed now and tears ran down his face. "I was such a coward." He started to say something else but she removed his hands and placed her palms on his cheeks.
"Papa it is good to see you after such a long time." She said and he nodded at her. She would not tell him that it was okay; they had both known it wasn't. However being upset by it now when there was so much joy around seemed pointless.
"You look so beautiful; like your mother." Sophia started. It was Maria who had said this. But as she looked to the woman her face was nothing but love and Sophia wondered how the woman could hold up that way
She smiled and thanked her before sending them off with her ladies maid to find food. She kissed Gio and her new brother Leo before closing the door to her room.
Later as Myrtle put the final touches on her hair and slid the lace veil into place Sophia fought off a panic that had gripped her suddenly. Her lady had ushered her out the door and down the hallway where she was greeted by Mary and her ladies. They were to walk out with her. Mary must have seen her face because she took her arm and spoke in a soothing voice. Sophia tapped her hand to show that she was fine but she didn't hear a thing that the girl said. She had attended Mary and Francis' wedding not three months ago and she could have never imagined the feelings of doubt and excitement that were coursing through her veins.
As they reached to doors and people guards smiled at her as she stared at them dazed. They all walked to the garden and as Sophia turned the corner and Mary let go of her arm and she was allowed to continue on by herself. Her eyes looked up searching for the man that she loved. She saw people standing on the sides of the gardens smiling at her with warmth but she saw nothing. As her eyes met Bash's all fear and doubt evaporated and it was just her meeting him at the end of the walkway like they had done a thousand times.
That night as Sophia stood in Bash's room her hands shook as she waited for him to finish getting congratulated by the men in his family. Myrtle had come and gotten out a crème colored silk nightgown that had been especially made for tonight and made her put it on. So now she stood here in something paper thin and cold waiting for Bash. She groaned and got up. She went to rifle through the few things that she had brought with her to Bash's room. She would find a proper night gown and go to sleep she was sick of waiting for him
If she was being honest she was rather nervous. She knew bash had been with women before so this would be nothing to him. She had never shared a bed with a man and while she knew what would take place she was still nervous. She wouldn't want to share it with anyone but Bash but she would not sit here like some sort of prize in a silk slip waiting for him to take her. She grabbed a thicker more appropriate night gown and went behind the dressing curtain. She had no sooner gotten behind it than she heard the door open and close.
"Soph?" Bash called from the room and her heart sped up in her chest. "Soph?" His call came again and she stuck her head from behind the curtain.
"Yes." She said and he raised an eyebrow
"Are you hiding?" He asked her
"No!" She almost shouted at him "You were taking too long so I went to change out of this ridiculous silk thing into something I could sleep in." She said eyeing him as his eyes got wide.
"I would like to see what you are wearing now." He said coming toward me and she retreated behind the curtain her heart in her throat. She was torn between throwing herself on him and hiding from him.
"I am sure that you would " She said in a teasing tone. She put her back to the dressing curtain and waited for him there. He didn't disappoint her as he came around the other side. She clutched the other night gown she had gotten to her chest eyes he scanned her form. As she looked at him he smiled at her.
"Come here Soph." He said to her. So she dropped her other nightgown and stepped into his arms as he picked her up and carried her all the way to the bed. He placed her on the bed as he leaned over her and caressed her arm. Sophia gave him a saucy look and undid all three buttons of his coat and pulled it off. He laughed at kissed her. He pressed her until she was resting on her elbows. He took her face in his hands and kissed her eyelids.
"I love you Sophia Isabella." He said and kissed her again.
"And I love you Sebastian."
Four years later
Sophia stalked down the hall of the castle. She had just expelled her breakfast in a bush outside and she intended to confront the source of the problem. She passed Francis who waved at her and she dismissed him quickly.
Her and Bash had remained guests of the court. Francis would make them advisers on the council when Henry gave up the throne but for now they were here by the grace of France. She kept her face stoic as she burst into her and Bash's chambers. He was currently sitting on the floor with their two year old son George playing with some wooden blocks. Bash turned to look at her and his face lit up. George got up and ran to her and she picked him up balancing him on her hip.
"Sebastian." She said with and angry tone. His face broke out into a smile as he got up and kissed her taking George back.
"It would seem like your mother is upset with me little one." He said speaking to the boy instead of answering Sophia directly.
"Don't use our son to solve your problems." She said shaking her head at him.
"I wonder what it is that she is upset about?" He asked their son again
"we are going to have another baby." She said almost angrily. She was not quite ready for another child and she blamed this on Bash though it wasn't entirely his fault. He looked up at her.
"A baby?" He asked her.
"Oh, now you will talk to me?" she said putting her hand on her hip. He set the boy down and wrapped his hands around her waist. He lifted her up and kissed both her cheeks and spun her around laughing. She couldn't help but laugh because his laugh was contagious. And as they spun their son spun with them laughing as well.
Many years later.
Sophia stood at Mary's graveside with Francis. There was complete silence as everyone else had gone away. It was just the two of them reading a headstone and enjoying the silence broken only by the blackbirds.
Bash had died two year prior. He and Sophia had a long full life together. They had three children who grew up as strong and as willful as either of them. Sophia smoothed her grey hair that was back up in pins. She looked to Francis as a single tear slipped down his face. Not the only tear he had shed that week to be sure. Between them that could have made a small lake with the amount of greif they had suffered at the loss of Mary. Of course it was Francis' heart that had broken.
No matter how old they were they still felt as if they could run as fast as they could have seventy years ago. This wasn't true but their spirits has stayed in tact
The last seventy years had been a rush of wonder and happy times. Of course there had been trials but the four of them had overcome them together. When Francis' had become king both her and Bash had been put on his board of advisers and made permanent fixtures in the castle. They had raised families there. Francis and Mary had a boy and two girls. Their oldest Phillip was the king now and he was a wonderful ruler.
The children had prayed over their mother's gravesite and had gone their separate ways. Both his girls had been married and no longer lived here. Sophia too only had her son Giovanni named after her late brother who had died very young. He was an advisor on King Phillips court.
So both she and Francis were alone. But if they were alone together were they alone?
She slipped her hand in his as they headed back to the castle. Both laughing and talking of the memories that they both held dear; and of those they loved so much.
I am have decided to write a story about Bash Sophia Mary Francis and their kids. It will focus on Mary' and Francis' daughter and I am thinking haven't decided on if Sophia and Bash should have a girl or another boy. Look for it soon! Thank you for reading this I enjoy you all so much!