Bash lied awake in bed, almost afraid to sleep, that he may receive another vision. They were coming in so frequent and strong now that he was starting to have trouble distinguishing them from reality. Both prophecies gave him unprecedented amounts of stress. He was now convinced this ability wasn't a gift, but a curse. The pressure of knowing you're the only one who can help the people you love is almost too much to bare. And the other vision, well he didn't even want to think about that. He had no idea what to make of it. He could only imagine what Catherine would say to it if she knew. Then he thought to himself 'What if she did know?... that's it.' he then decided he should tell her. She would surely tell him it was ridiculous. Perhaps even mock him for it. Maybe then the vision would stop haunting him. He stood, ready to go straight to the infirmary and tell her... then he sat back down. How was he supposed to say that to her though? He wasn't sure he could form the words, much less say them with a straight face. It was just so...illogical. He stood again. He would have to find a way to tell her. He needed to know what would happen. He needed to see how it would effect his visions.

He made his way back to the infirmary. Taking each step carefully so as not to be seen. He didn't need the whispers of the castle to begin with him sneaking into see Catherine in the middle of the night. He creaked open the door slowly and closed it behind him. He looked at her laying there. Watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. There seemed to be pain in her features, even as she slept. He suddenly felt awful at the thought of waking her.

He stared at her a little longer, trying to decide what to do, realizing that waking her in the middle of the night was seeming more and more ridiculous the longer he stood there. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He sat in the chair next to the bed and sighed quietly. It was then he began to have another vision.

[A young Henry stormed into his room, Catherine following right after him.

"What the hell was that in there? Declaring to the entire court that you would not claim Sebastian out of respect...for me?"

"I thought you would be pleased."

"Why would I be pleased to look like the horrible woman who wouldn't allow a child his father's name. I told you you it was fine with me if you wanted to give him your name. If you don't want to claim your bastard, don't act as though it has anything to do with me."

"But it has everything to do with you. If you had given me a son, perhaps I would be able to declare him a bastard to the world, but as it stands you haven't, and I need to keep my options open. He may very well have to be my heir. It's not my fault your broken." Henry sneered and left the room. Left her standing there, shattered.

Bash could feel her pain. For just a moment, he could feel every emotion she was having as if it was his own.]

When he came out of the vision, a single tear rolled down his cheek. How could his father be so cruel? How could he say something like that to his wife? All these years he thought the only reason he wasn't claimed was because Catherine had forced him not to. That had been what his mother told him. It was all a lie. He started wondering how many other things he'd been lied to about. He laid a hand over hers, careful not to wake her. An urge to kiss her came over him then. He wanted to make the pain in her expression go away. To comfort her and take away the tragedies of her past. The urge was so strong then. He felt like her pain was his as well. He leaned down slowly. Inching closer and closer to her. And suddenly the wave of feeling left him. The connection gone. Some part of him must have still been in the vision and now it had faded. Strangely, the urge to kiss her hadn't left him entirely, only now he was more able to control it. He stood quickly and left, afraid he might act on this feeling. He walked quickly back to his bed. Almost running. He couldn't make out if the visions made him feel this way. Did they still hold him to an extent, or were these genuine feelings. They felt so real, but how could they be? How could he be falling for her? It wasn't possible...unless his vision was true after all. Or was it simply that the thought of what he had seen had been invading his mind for so long that he was making this happen subconsciously.

When he arrived in his room he laid down, but he could not sleep. He stood back up and he pulled the book the druids had given him out of his bag. He sat down by the fire and began to read ferociously. Maybe the book would provide him some of the answers he needed. He read for some time, falling asleep with the book in his hand.

The next morning, Catherine awoke to find Claude in her room. She blinked a few times, not sure she was seeing correctly.

"What are you doing here? Thinking of finishing the job?" she joked. Claude rolled her eyes, but ignored the comment.

"Is it true? Did you really ride out and try to stop the brigade all by yourself?" she asked. Catherine nodded.

"Come to tell me how foolish I was?" she wondered.

"No. I just can't believe you actually did that." Claude said, with almost a look of pride on her face. Catherine was about to respond when a horn sounded.

"A royal visitor?" Claude questioned.

"We couldn't be getting guests for your wedding already." Catherine said. She sat up and tried to stand.

"Are you mad? What are you doing?" Claude asked as she tried to make her stop.

"I'm going to see what is going on, so either help me or get out of my way." she said. Claude quickly helped Catherine dress in the clothes that had been laid out for her and they made their way to the throne room.

When they arrived Charles was seated on the throne, and in front of him stood his older sister and Queen of Spain, Leeza. Catherine could hear them talking as she entered. Bash and Narcisse and many other court residents were there as well. Bash looked her way as she walked past him.

"And what are you intending to do about these infidels terrorizing your country?" Leeza asked.

"I have a plan in place as we speak." He replied.

"And what is this plan of yours?" She pushed condescendingly.

"That is none of your business." Charles replied. "French affairs are not Spain's concern."

"Perhaps I'm only asking as a loving sister." She said with sarcasm dripping from her words.

"Then perhaps you should ask in private without half your house standing behind you." Charles pointed out.

"What on earth is going in here?" Catherine interrupted as she stumbled in.

"Ahh mother. I heard you'd taken a bit of a spill." Leeza snarked.

"A spill?" Catherine asked through gritted teeth.

"Was that your big plan little brother? Having mother do your dirty work for you?" Leeza cracked.

"I did not send her out there." Charles said.

"So what you're saying is you can't even control your own mother. Well how are you supposed to control a whole country?" Leeza continued.

"Enough!" Catherine scolded.

"Oh, mother to the rescue again." Leeza added with a scowl.

Catherine started to step towards her to have words but she stumbled. Bash caught her.

"Perhaps you should go lie down mother." She added. She looked back at Charles. "We can talk more about this later, after I'm settled in."

"Settled in?" He asked.

"Yes. I'll be staying for awhile." She said.

"Awhile?" Catherine wondered, still being steadied by Bash.

"No wonder you can't get anything productive done in this family. You spend all day repeating people." She turned to leave passing Catherine on her way out. "I trust I'll see you later mother" Charles stood after she was gone and stormed passed Catherine as well.

"This is all your fault." He said, and then quickly disappeared around the corner. Bash helped her straighten herself out.

"Are you alright?" He asked. She yanked her arm away from him.

"I'm fine." She spat. She looked around at the room. Everyone was staring at her. "Fine." She added and then walked out with her head held as high as she could, but everyone could see it was an act. Inside she was screaming.