Beauty and the Baroness//Episode 4//Pezberry collab with FoxChaos
“No,” King Darren said, standing and pacing. “Have the two of you completely lost your senses?”
“Santana had nothing to do with this request, Father,” Blaine assured the king. “She doesn’t even know I’m asking. I just think -”
“You just think you’ll cover your tracks a bit more,” his father bit out. “You’re lucky, young man. So very lucky. The Hudson boy is honorable, but imagine what would have happened if you’d pulled this stunt with a more… with a noble who was higher in rank and sure of himself? You’re playing with the fate of the kingdom, son. And for what? So Santana can have her way with whatever pretty lass catches her eye?”
“Father, this wasn’t just….” Blaine huffed, unsure of how to continue. This would teach him to get involved with Santana’s schemes. “She cares for her. And Rachel was completely against the marriage. And everything was settled peacefully. Baron Finn won’t make trouble.”
King Darren glared at him, itching his goatee. “You’re sure?”
“Very well. Still, I’ll not bestow a title on the Berry girl for no reason. If Santana chooses to marry her, then we shall revisit the idea.”
The king gave his son a grim smirk. “Ah…I see. You’re worried your best friend will not in fact marry the girl. And you want her to be okay in that case. Very sweet of you, son, but you’re not doling out political favors for sweet intentions. If the girl is left to her own, then she will have learned a hard lesson about the world, and the folly of youthful passions. Go to, boy. I have other matters to attend to.”
Blaine sighed and bowed. “Yes, Father.”
The bell jangled as Santana entered the shop. She smiled, spotting a blonde woman shelving some crafted metal wares. “Morning, Brittany.”
Beauty and the Baroness//Episode 5//Collab with FoxChaos
The days pressed on, and finally the amount of work Santana had to do slacked off a bit. Rachel was simultaneously pleased and nervous. When Santana had been busy, it had been easier to not let herself be deluded with dreams of staying with the woman. Now she was growing dangerous attached to the Archduchess. Santana showered her with attention, and in the hours that they couldn’t spend together, made certain that Rachel (and Sugar as well) had free roam of the castle and access to whatever she wanted.
She’d spent most of the time while Santana was attending to official business by brushing up on her music - eagerly anticipating her vocal coach’s arrival. The man had been delayed due to an official gathering at the royal court, but had sent a message earlier in the previous week saying he’d be there within the fortnight. Rachel also put more effort into brushing up on the kingdom’s history, and practicing the sword drills Conrad had shown her, though she was still woefully inept at that. She’d taken, in the past hour, to just swinging at the practice dummy wildly in an effort to vent her frustration. As she drew back to take another swing, a gentle hand caught hers.
“Well it’s no wonder you’ve been so worn out lately,” Santana said, grinning.
“Santana! Er…I can explain…” she stammered, worried that the older woman would be mad.
“No need. I’ve been watching you for the past week, little songbird. Do you enjoy swordplay?”
Rachel looked from the sword, to the scarecrow, and back to Santana. “Not in the slightest, m'lady,” she muttered, frustrated.
Santana’s grin turned into a gentle smile as she kissed Rachel on the forehead. “I guessed as much. Which is why I bought you this.” She brought her other hand from behind her back, producing a beautiful bow of deep red wood, and a quiver full of arrows. “I thought it might be more to your style, and Duchess Jones owed me a favor. She sent it right over.”
“It’s beautiful,” Rachel said, taking the bow gingerly. “But…”
“Do not be troubled. Master Lewis is an expert marksman as well as swordsman. He shall teach you. But not at the moment, for there is something more important.”
“What’s that, m'lady?”
“Jesse St. James has arrived, and he wishes to meet you.”