Let me court you.
Requested by: @weirdnewbie
Prompt: Bash is in love with Mary’s twin sister and wants to court her
“Mary, when you get a moment, can we speak?” Bash asked your sister, avoiding eye contact with you. You turned towards Francis, who was standing on the other side of Mary.
“Francis, why don’t you show me the lake.” Francis raised an eyebrow,
“You know where the lake is Y/N.” Rolling your eyes you took Francis’ arm and dragged him towards the lake. “Y/N is everything alright?” You held tighter to you brother in laws arm as you walked through the castles fields.
“Bash hasn’t spoken to me in days, he didn’t even speak to me when he came back from that hunting trip. I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“You did nothing, Bash isn’t your typical Frenchman. Most nobles will tell you what they want. Bash, however bad his reputation is, is more respectful than many.” You smile softly looking towards the ground. “You’re the best big brother I could’ve asked for.” You looked towards each other smiling. “You know,” You teased. “I remember when I first met you and Bash. You two tried to prank Mary and I, you switched places. Told Mary she was going to marry the brunette, and she was so nervous because she liked you better. She was so afraid to hurt Bash’s feelings she forced me to be with the two of them everywhere they went. You kept that up for a whole week, and when you finally got caught, Mary wouldn’t speak to you for the rest of the week.” Francis let out a laugh as he stopped at the bench by the river.
“She never did fully forgive us for that. But you were happy with anything, you were such a lovely person since the moment we met you. The beautiful Scottish princess my kingdom fell in love with.”
“I’m glad my sister fell in love with you.
“I’m glad she loves me too.” You sat there in silence leaning against Francis’ shoulder, something you two had done since you were young children. You would never love Francis as Mary did, the way you loved him was different. He was a guiding light you were grateful to have in your life.
“Your grace, Princess Y/N,” You heard a servant call, you stood and faced the young boy.
“Yes, dear?” The servant bowed his head, “Oh no darling, no bowing necessary. Am I needed somewhere?”
“Yes your grace, Sebastian De Poitiers requests to see you in the throne room.” You nodded at the boy and looked back at Francis nervously before making your way up to the castle.
When you entered the throne room you immediately noticed the worried look on Bash’s face.
“Seb,” you asked worriedly “Are you alright.”
“Y/N, since the moment I met you I knew I wanted you in my life.”
“Seb,” You blushed “What is this about?” The nervous expression retook his face.
“Please, just let me finish. I’ve always wanted you in my life in some way, I waited nine years for you and Mary to return to court. Within those nine years, I realized how I wanted you in my life, but I knew being the bastard of France would make it hard. But, by the caring nature of your sister’s soul, your agreement will make it possible.” You looked at your best friend confused.
“Sebastian, what do you mean?” He walked forward until there were only inches between the two of you.
“I mean,” Bash moved his hand towards yours, intertwining the two of them. “Give me permission to call you mine. I want to court you and one day I want to be your husband and the father of your children. I want to take the first step in that direction. Please, allow me to laugh in the face of the nobles when they attempt to flirt with you. Let me court you.” You smiled at the man in front of you.
“Yes, Sebastian, yes.” He picked you up and spun you around, causing your giggles to echo throughout the throne room. As he placed you down, neither of you could tear away from each other’s eyes. Both of you leaned in and the fireworks exploded. Finally, you were with the boy you always wanted.