Bash looked out the window at the rain that was beginning to fall. Hopefully they would arrive at the estate before the roads became a muddy mess. Turning his focus back into the carriage he glanced over at Kenna, who had fallen asleep for most of the trip. A few months ago the thought that she would be his wife would never had even occurred to him. A few months ago he was engaged to a woman he loved and Kenna was... well, a special friend of his father's. Who could have imagined that they would be sitting here now, an unlikely pair, but a pair for life. It could be worse, really it could. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the feel of her lips on his. He couldn't deny that she was pretty, she was beautiful, but underneath her carefully presented surface he was still confused as to who she was. There were moments when she seemed so selfish and others where she was throwing herself into the lion's den for her queen. Moments when she seemed to resent his presence and moments where she reached for his hand as they walked. Although it seemed like lately she had begun to seek his company more often, they'd been married for almost two months now and he felt like he didn't know her much better than they day of their wedding. In truth he knew that it might be partially his fault. He knew that his heart still clung too strongly to Mary, how could he let that go?, but he knew that he needed to if he was to be the husband Kenna deserved. She had been treated as nothing but a plaything for so long. Her time at court may have stolen her innocence and forced her to put up a hard shell around her heart, but he sensed that it still beat softly underneath. He might not have wed her by choice but that heart was his to protect now. Kenna started to stir and it snapped him out of his reverie.
"Are we almost there?" she asked sleepily.
"Hopefully, it's starting to rain and these roads aren't exactly the best," he answered, "what exactly did Catherine tell you about this estate?"
"Just that it's nice but could use a little work, honestly that could mean anything coming from her," Kenna replied, "I'm a little suspicious as to why she was so willing to gift it to us, it's not exactly like we're high on her list of favorite people."
"Well you did her a pretty big favor. Thanks to you she no longer has to submit to the bean queen." Bash said.
"Good point," Kenna laughed.
A light and airy laugh, not the cynical one he was used to hearing. He supposed that was a part of her armor that maybe she was able to leave behind at court. Maybe this trip would help him to finally understand her, to break through the shell, and hopefully release the iron grip in his heart for Mary. The carriage rattled to a stop and he looked out the window at what was to eventually be their home. It wasn't huge, it wasn't in the greatest of condition, but it was there's-
"Oh my goodness the landscaping is atrocious and just look at all the broken shutters. I can't even imagine what the inside looks like!" Kenna exclaimed, "We'll definitely have to have some work done before I'm moving in permanently."
Bash sighed as he helped her out of the carriage, her taste for fine things clearly wasn't one of the things she left at court. But as her small hand fit into his and she pulled him forward, he figured it was something he would just have to learn to love.
I feel like Bash's perspective is hard to write because out of all the characters, he's the one I don't really understand that well. Hopefully I did him justice though for those of you who do :) Obviously I'm diverting quite a bit from canon in this story for 2 reasons, 1) I'm trying to develop their relationship a little slower than they seem to be doing on the show and 2) what we saw on last night's episode is not exactly my kind of writing ;) Thanks again for all your lovely reviews, if you have a specific character you'd like me to do a pov from that I haven't done yet just let me know. I'm going to try and have another chapter up tomorrow.