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the black sparrow || reign

♔ eight ~ prince tomás’s downfall ♔

Thwack! Alisa watched with pride as Francis sent an arrow flying as he released it, hitting the center of the target. There was assorted clapping coming from the spectators who watched Francis against Tomás, who also was rather good at archery. It was a couple of days after the two engagements were announced. During this time, the members of the French Court were thrown in a whirlpool of events, Bash was attacked by some soldiers, everyone suspecting that it was the English. Tomás was fighting to win Mary’s affection, and Queen Catherine was organizing the wedding of her son and her future daughter in law. It was hectic, to say the least.

Francis turned to look at his new fiancé, smiling at her warmly. She sent him one back, seated in the middle, between Mary and Aaliyah. Mary caught Francis’s look, before turning to eye the Tsaritsa.

“You two are quite smitten in public.” She observed. Alisa turned to her but softened once seeing Mary’s ever so slight smile.

“You are not angry.” She shifted ever so slightly in her seat, to look at her fully.

“You are saving my country, by introducing me to Tomás. I owe you quite a lot, and I hope you and Francis are happy.” Mary watched as Tomás hit his shot perfectly. Everyone cheered and clapped for him.

“That is kind of you, Mary, and there is no need to thank me. I believe peace is the perfect solution, despite all of the problems that we face.” Alisa informed her, as she watched Francis make a shot. He missed the bullseye, but she still clapped for him, supporting him.

“Looks like Tomás is winning,” Aaliyah commented from Alisa’s other side. Her tone sounded very curt and bitter.

“You don’t seem to like him,” Alisa caught on fairly quickly, knowing Aaliyah better than anyone.

“I just don’t trust him. Scotland needed help, and he just happens to show up? It seems all too good to be true. Alisa, I am telling you. There is something wrong with that man.”

“I trust your judgment.” Alisa interrupted her frantic assertions, looking over at her once. “But we must jump to conclusions. Let us see what kind of man Tomás is. If you must investigate it, then do so quietly.” Aaliyah nodded quietly.

“What of Bash?” The Tsaritsa asked her gently. “Is he feeling better?”

“I suppose, or so Nostradamus says. We spoke about what happened between us,” Aaliyah responded softly, looking down at his hands, “He told me that he was infatuated with Mary, but now, he cannot have her.” Alisa frowned sympathetically.

“What is going to happen to the two of you?”

“I don’t know,” Aaliyah admitted, “I told him that I needed to think about it. I have not decided anything as of yet.” Everyone broke off into another cheer again, as Tomás won the archery competition. A servant brought forth a pink rose, which Tomás took, heading over to Mary.

“Mary, Queen of Scots, would you do me the honor of accepting my favor?” There was a stilled silence from everyone as they watched the couple. Mary smiled at her new fiancé warmly, as she took the flower from him.

“Thank you, Tomás.” Alisa in the meantime stood up and approached Francis, who was handing back his bow and arrows to the servant.

“You did well.” She complimented him. “Just missed by one point.”

“Missed being that keyword.” Francis chuckled softly, coming over to her, pressing a kiss on her lips softly. “It doesn’t matter. I didn’t care for winning. None of that matters anymore.” Alisa smiled ever so slightly.

“Why?”

“Because I have you now,” Francis told her, gently taking her hand, leading her out of the field and back towards the castle, “I cannot wait until we are married which, according to both of my parents, is quite soon.”

“And one day, you and I will rule Russia and France together.” Alisa mused as Francis wrapped his arm around her instead.

“It is good how it all worked out, isn’t it?” The two were walking down the halls. “Mary is about to marry the Prince of Portugal, France is no longer bound by the alliance with Scotland.”

“Speaking of which,” Alisa looked up at him, “Aaliyah brought something to my attention, and I am worried that she may be right. She doesn’t trust Tomás. She thinks that something off about him.” Francis raised his eyebrows.

“Off? Alisa, he has been nothing but polite and courteous at court, and he seems to be very taken by Mary. There is nothing wrong with him.”

“Francis just think about it,” She pressed, moving to stand in front of him, “Mary needed troops, and Tomás just happened to show up, with 8 companies of men. And the whole thing with Bash troubles me deeply, he knows his way around the Bloodwood Forest and all of the dangers that dwell there. What are the chances of him getting attacked and unable to defend himself?” Francis pondered this for a moment.

“Now that you mention it, I have to admit that this all very fishy. I have been swarmed at court that I did not notice any of this,” Francis smiled at her softly, taking her hand gently, “I promise that I will look into it.”

“Please do, if Tomás is not the man that we all think he is, I feel responsible. I was the one who urged Mary to form an alliance with him. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” Francis pulled her close, kissing her softly. Alisa melted into the kiss, her worries fading away for just a moment.

“Always so caring,” Francis whispered, brushing his thumb against her cheekbone, causing her heart to accelerate, “I love you, my darling.” Alisa felt her heart flutter, as she smiled at him.

“Ya tebya lyublyu.”

♖♖♖

Francis proceeded to investigate Tomás fully, as did Aaliyah, though the two did quietly without attracting attention. Mary was to leave for Portugal within a week. It was not a sufficient amount of time, but then again, what other choice did they have? Alisa too watched Tomás. So far, they were unsuccessful - Tomás seemed to be decent. It wasn’t until a few days later did anything seemed to change. Alisa was busy writing a letter to Dimitri when she heard a knock coming from her door.

“Enter.” She did not look up, as Mary shakily entered the room.

“Alisa?” The tentative voice caused Alisa to look up in her shock. Mary was standing less than a few feet away from her, trembling from head to toe. She looked terrified. Alisa rose from her seat, crossing over to her.

“Bozhe moy,” (My God) Alisa put an arm around the Scottish Queen, escorting her to the couch, sinking beside her, “What happened to you?”

“I don’t know who else to go to. I can’t find Francis, Bash is injured, you are my last hope.” Mary began speaking faster, her voice bubbling with panic. “Tomás is not at all what I anticipated him to be. He is a fraud. He just told me that if I fail to disobey him, he will use a whipping---”

“Hold on, slow down,” Alisa ordered, before standing up and taking some brandy and pouring it in a goblet, handing it to Mary to calm her nerves, “Drink.” Mary did as she was told, sipping the liquid, letting it calm her. “Now, tell me what happened.”

“Tomás has a whipping boy, his name is Miguel. He said he would use him if I do not provide him with an heir, never contradict him, and be a dutiful wife. He frightens me with his words, Alisa. There is something cold and dark in his eyes.” Alisa sighed heavily.

“This is my fault. I pushed you to marry Tomás.” Mary shook her head numbly.

“You were only trying to help, and I needed this alliance for Scotland.” She looked down. Alisa took her hand, pitying the young woman.

“I will not damn you like this, Mary. We have to get you out of this alliance.” She decided firmly. “No, wonder what the cost.”

“But how?” Mary asked helplessly.

“We must exploit Tomás, but we need evidence to do so. Do you know anything else that could possibly help us? A witness, perhaps?” Mary shook her head. Alisa pursed her lips, standing up and pacing around.

“How did King Henry relieve you of the alliance to France?” She looked at her suddenly. Mary paused for a moment before her eyes lit up.

“There was a woman. A prostitute, I think. King Henry wanted me to sign her statement, to confirm that it was true.” Alisa’s eyes widened, as she paused looking at her.

“Statement?”

“King Henry thinks that an English spy has snuck into French Court and attacked Bash. He will execute him tonight during the feast. The prostitute described that spy, and I signed her statement. That granted me permission to be engaged to Tomás.” Mary explained quickly. Alisa pressed her hand to her lips.

“Could it be possible,” She began slowly, “That this statement is false?” Mary fell silent.

“How will be able to prove that?” She asked the Tsaritsa quietly.

“Maybe, the man you have is not a spy at all,” Alisa muttered as she heard another knock through the door and Aaliyah came in.

“I was right.” She proclaimed unceremoniously. “He was a two-faced bastard. I just saw the boy that follows him around having a black eye and now a bloody nose.” Alisa let a growl of anger escape her throat.

“We have to move quickly. Mary, is there something, anything that can prove this prostitute words wrong? I seriously doubt that this so-called English spy decided to attack Bash.”

“Well, there is,” Aaliyah surprised everyone, by uttering the words, “The royal seal of England.” Mary jumped up at that.

“I will ask the prostitute again. We might just have a chance, and I will be rid of that man for good.” Alisa nodded, before turning to Aaliyah.

“We must find Francis and inform him of all of this.”

“And Bash,” Aaliyah and Alisa headed towards the throne room, which was being decorated for the feast, skimming around the place. Bash and Francis were not there. Aaliyah let out a huff, as she led the Tsaritsa outside, past the gardens. Bash and Francis were standing there discussing something near the Bloodwood Forest. Aaliyah and Alisa exchanged a look, before rushing over there.

“Aaliyah,” Bash moved forward to her, his eyes alarmed, “What are you doing here?”

“I could be asking you the same question,” Aaliyah told him in an affronted tone.

“Now is not the time for disagreements,” Francis scolded the two of them lightly before turning to his fiancé, “You were right, my love, right about everything. Tomás is a horrible man with grave ambitions. He must be stopped.”

“He will pay, and no one will get harmed,” Alisa responded, “We may have a way to prove everything Tomás has said is a lie. We just need a bit of time.”

“We may not have time.” Bash stressed. “Tomás could be there hurting Mary right now, and we are standing around helpless.” Aaliyah stared at him coldly.

“You seem to care an awful lot for her.” She remarked.

“Because she is my friend!” Bash told her exasperatedly. Alisa sighed heavily, at their argument.

“Enough of this, tonight is the feast. We will go and pretend we know nothing, and if Tomás tries to harm Mary,” Alisa let out a dark chuckle, something that startled the other three; they have never seen her like this before, “Well, he will face my wrath, and that is not exactly a very pleasant experience.” She turned, picking up the skirts of her dress, beginning to head home. Francis accompanied her, his hand on the small of her back. He looked at her, getting increasingly worried when she did not meet his eye.

“Alisa,” He called out softly, “Is there something wrong?” She looked up at him slowly. Her eyes were expressionless.

“Should there be?”

“I have never seen you speak so passionately about something, protecting someone that you do not exactly like.” Alisa did not answer at first before she came to a halt when she was near her chambers. She turned around to him.

“I will not let anyone suffer because of me. I want to be a good person, a good Queen, a good future wife to you. Someone who you could trust and be honored to rule besides.” She said quietly. Francis walked over to her, smiling softly, as he took her face in his hands.

“But you have proven that to me, time and time again. You are selfless, you are helping Mary, and that is what I truly love about you. You are not afraid to take risks and stand up for what is right. You do not need to prove anything to me. You are what I want.” He pressed his lips on her forehead. “I will see you at the feast?”

“Of course,” Alisa smiled ever so slightly, as he pulled back and walked off to his chambers to get ready. She sighed heavily, once she got into her room. She may have proven herself a good person, a good Queen to him, but has she done so to herself? She did not have to wait long to answer that. If Tomás will be exposed and Mary freed, then, she and everyone else would be able to breathe much easier.

♖♖♖

The party was a splendid affair. Queen Catherine had insisted that it would be a costume theme, and so it was. Everyone was dressed in the finest garments as they were dancing, drinking wine, and laughing in the throne room. In the center of it all, King Henry placed the so-called spy in the center of the room, where he would be executed in the evening. Alisa did not truly fancy the idea, after noticing what had happened when she walked in the room. She was dressed in a fine gown of her own, a light pink one, her hair draping down over her shoulders. Her eyes skimmed around the room and saw Mary standing in the center of it, rubbing her arms, her face distraught. Her eyes filled with relief as the Tsaritsa approached her.

“Come, have a drink with me,” Alisa spoke with a smile, gently guiding her to the corner of the room so nobody would find anything suspicious. She locked her gaze upon the Scottish Queen, worriedly skimming her eyes, “What happened?”

“You were right. This spy has not attacked Bash because of the English seal. HIs was red, while the real English seal is silver.” Alisa pursed her lips, nodding softly.

“And you have spoken to the prostitute?”

“Francis and Bash, they are taking care of it. They just left.” Alisa’s lips tightened with worry, but she let out a sigh of assent.

“Let’s hope that they find what we need.” She took two goblets from a tray going around and handing one of them to Mary. Mary sipped quietly, watching the Tsaritsa, who remained a calm composure.

“I never thought that we can go on friendly terms, despite our differences.” She admitted quietly. “I am still not satisfied with how things went for me.”

“Neither did I.” Alisa chuckled. “I used to believe that our feud was eternal.”

“While I may still be a bit angry that Francis chose you and decided to throw our alliance away that was meant to protect my country, I respect you.” Alisa raised her eyebrows.

“Is that a compliment?” Mary hid a small smile.

“Well, I owe it to you. You are a good person and a powerful Queen. France is going to be quite lucky when you become its sovereign.” Alisa let a genuine smile unfurl on her lips this time.

“You really think so?”

“You were kind to Olivia when I was blinded by jealousy, you managed to win over both Henry and Catherine, you captured Francis’s heart through kindness, and you are saving my life right now. I’d say you are more than decent.” Mary drained her goblet. The two fell silent for a moment, Alisa digesting her words. Its as if her burdens were lifted ever slightly. Growing up in the Russian Court, her heart hardened itself against everything and everyone. It was a miracle how she managed to maintain her kind personality and open up to Francis like she did.

“Thank you.” Alisa’s voice was barely a whisper. She cleared her throat, wiping her face free of emotion so Mary could not see. “I appreciate you telling me these things.” She paused, taking another sip of wine, “Perhaps, it is time that we try and be friendly towards one another, instead of biting each other’s backs like wild dogs.” Mary let out a quiet laugh.

“Perhaps. I will need some time to think about it. I will still need to get used to the fact that I will need a new alliance and that France chose you. Maybe with time.” Alisa nodded falling silent again. Suddenly, she overheard someone running towards the two of them. Her eyes caught Lady Lola’s who was in a white gown, practically breathless, her eyes swimming with anxiety.

“Lola, what is it?” Mary asked, startled, as she looked up at her friend.

“Francis and Bash just left for the woods. They are going to kill Tomás because they saw him dragging the young boy, Miguel.” Alisa felt her chest squeeze in fear.

“He is going to kill Miguel, who could be our only chance to convince Henry not to execute that man.” Alisa nodded, her mind determined. “I will go and help Francis do that.”

“You can’t. It’s too dangerous!” Mary moved forwards trying to grab Alisa’s arm to stop her. Alisa looked at her sharply.

“If I do not do something, innocent lives will be lost, and I will not let that happen.” She informed her, before she swept out of the room, heading to her own chambers quickly. Once inside, she rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a knife, just in case. She changed into a more comfortable dress, before heading outside. She reached the stables, saddling one of the horses there. Once finished, she galloped away towards the woods. The Bloodwood forest was not as dark as she suspected as it was mostly light out, so she did not have any problems. Soon enough, she heard voices familiar to her. Quietly, she tightened the reins, walking closer, spotting Francis, Bash, and Tomás arguing. Sliding off the horse, she tied him to a tree, before moving closer towards the trio.

“I will not let you have Mary because I know she will be mistreated, just like Miguel.” Francis was saying, subtly setting an arrow on his bow, aiming it directly at Tomás’s heart.

“She is my property now, not yours. You have a fiancé of your own, so don’t concern yourself with matters that do not involve you.” Tomás hissed.

“Scotland may not be our current ally, but Mary is our friend, and we will do anything in our power to protect her from royal arses like you.” Bash argued, moving to stand up straighter, despite the still unhealed wound from his shoulder.

Alisa’s dark eyes fell to the ground, as she overhead someone grunting in pain. It was from Miguel. She crept forward, still concealed by the bushes and the trees, touching his shoulder. He blinked a few times from his semi-coherent state.

“Tsaritsa?!” He looked surprised and was about to ask more before Alisa hushed him.

“We need to get you out of here.” She looked up, seeing that the men were still arguing before they began to fight. Alisa moved closer to Miguel, eyeing the arrow.

“Don’t scream.” She warned as she moved to pull it out. Miguel let out another grunt of pain, his voice high pitched. She grabbed his arm, pulling him up to his feet and whispering, “Run.” The two took off for their lives. They were not running far as Miguel was limping heavily and he was leaning against Alisa’s arm. They could hearTomás yelling and screaming.

“DUCK!” Alisa shouted to Miguel as another arrow flew past their heads. Alisa grabbed his arm pulling him to the side, as another arrow flew past them. The clashing of swords was heard a few moments later. She helped Miguel get on the horse with a groan of pain, before moving to sit behind him. She kicked the horse, beginning to gallop away. As she turned around, she could see Francis’s face, mirroring her own, a look of both terror and fear. Alisa turned around, as she rode back to the castle. She handed her horse to one of the guards, before helping Miguel into the castle.

“Obrigado.” (Thank you.) Miguel managed to get out in Portuguese through the pain, as the two walked inside. “You saved my life, Your Grace. I do not know how to ever repay you.”

“Tell the king everything about Tomás, and we will be able to call it even,” Alisa told him quietly. Miguel nodded and leaned against her as she pulled him into the throne room, where Mary and her ladies awaited her return. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone fell silent, only a few murmured whispers filling the rooms. King Henry rose from his seat, as Catherine watched the Tsaritsa closely from the side.

“Alisa, what is the meaning of this? Who is this wretched man? What on Earth happened to him?” Alisa closed her eyes at the many questions thrown at her.

“I bring him before you, Your Majesty because the man who you are about to execute you is not the man you were looking for.” She spoke. Many gasps echoed throughout the whole. Henry raised his eyebrows, before nodding.

“I see. Please, continue.” Alisa turned to Miguel.

“Are you ready?” She asked in a softer tone. He nodded.

“Sim, Your Majesty.” Alisa gestured to the king, stepping back and watching Miguel tell the whole story. She let out a deep breath. She saved his life, Mary’s, and exploited a cruel man - this all counted for something, didn’t it? Alisa let a small smile graze her lips in spite of the situation. She knew one thing for certain now; there was good in her. Always has been.

A/N: This took a very long time to write, I should have been done with this by now. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you think! I kind of went off the storyline and skipped some scenes because that would make it way too long. See you in the next chapter!

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kxhlzn · 4 years

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trashcanband4 · 2 years

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The Bastards Ch. 1

Fandom: Reign (2013) Pairing: Sebastian (Bash) x Oc. Setting: French Royal Court. Warnings: None The Bastards Masterlist

The BastardsCh. 1

"The Bastards gotta stick together, right?" Ten year old Liam Hayes taunted his seven year old sister Maisie where she stood next to King Henry's bastard son, Sebastian.

"I'm not a bastard!" Maisie yelled, stomping her little foot into the snow with her gloved hands on her hips.

"Yeah ya are." Her other brother Jack, two years older than her, argued.

"Am not!" Maisie yelled back. Her face red with anger.

"Are so! Why do you think you have red hair and brown eyes when Momma and papa have blond hair and blue eyes like us?" Liam asked with an attitude.

"Let's go play." Sebastian, three years older than her, grabbed her hand and started pulling her away from her brothers.

"Gladly." Maisie grumbled and followed after Sebastian while the two boys behind them chanted, "Bastards stick together, bastards sick together."

RRRRRRRRRR

The carriage hit a hole in the king's road, jerking Maisie awake. "Have a good nap?" Greer asked her from where she sat on the opposite bench.

"I've had better." Maisie answered, stretching her neck. "Do we know how much longer it'll be?"

Kenna, who was sitting beside Greer, looked out the window. "We're here."

Maisie was the last one out of the carriage and as she was stretching her legs when a second carriage pulled up in front of the French court from the opposite direction as the one that had contained the five eighteen year old girls who were Queen Mary's ladies in waiting. "There's Mary." Aylee, the more shy of the five girls, said excitedly as Queen Mary stepped out of the black and gold carriage, her eyes instantly finding her ladies making a smile stretch over her pretty face as she walked over to them. The five girls curtsied before Mary embraced them in a could of giggles.

“We missed you so much.” Kenna said as they all pulled away and looked at their friend.

“Oh, Kenna, Maisie, Greer…I’m so happy to see you.” Mary told them, holding Kenna and Aylee’s hands as they were closest to her in the circle they’d formed. “Lola, Aylee…we’re all together again.”

At the sound of scuffling feet they all turned to see that people had lined up on each side of the sidewalk leading to the castle’s main door. “Mary, you’re hair. Didn’t the nuns teach you anything?” Greer asked as she hastily attempted to fix Mary’s windblown, slightly frizzy hair before the royal family could see her like that.

Mary, however, was more interested in the trunks that were getting taken from the carriage that contained the ladies' things. “Oh, Greer, those can't all be clothes.” Mary said noticing most of the trunks bore Greer's family crest.

“There’s jewelry and silver too. Making up in volume for what I lack in station I suppose.” Greer replied, making them all giggle.

Horns were blown, drawing everyone's attention to the castle. “Here they come.” Kenna said, clearly eager to see the king, queen and Mary’s betrothed.

“His royal highness King Henry the second!” someone announced as the horns continued to play.

“Well, that’s King Henry, but…is that Catherine?” Mary asked, taking a step away from where she’d stood in a line with her ladies.

“No, they’re still waiting on her.” Kenna answered. “That’s Diane De Poitiers, his mistress.”

“So the rumors are true.” Aylee said with a bit of a judging look at Diane. Maisie however, didn't look down on Diane and instead gave the woman a small smile, unsure if she'd remember her.

“Unlike her you’ll have no trouble finding husbands here.” Lola added.

“Oh we’ll certainly enjoy the hunt.” Kenna said with a look at Greer, Aylee and Maisie then looked at Lola. “What about you?” Lola gave her a flat look, making Kenna roll her eyes. “Eh, don’t tell me. It’s about that boy from Aberdeen.” Kenna sing songed the last word mockingly.

“Colin said he’d wait for me.” Lola told her, a little upset by Kenna’s prodding.

“Till when? We might never be back on Scottish soil. Not if it all works out and Mary reigns here.” Greer pointed out.

“What do you mean if?” Aylee asked.

“Make no mistake. We’re here now to get our young queen in the game.” They all looked at Greer with frowns. “Alliances can shift. Before they do, Mary needs to win the prince's heart.”

Kenna rushed to Mary's side excitedly. “Is that Francis? He’s gorgeous.”

Maisie looked up to see a dark haired, light blue eyed man who was, as Kenna just said, very gorgeous.

“No, that’s not Francis. I know it isn’t.” Mary answered, sounding very sure of herself.

“That’s Sebastian.” Maisie replied as she moved to stand beside Kenna.

“Diane’s son. I hear the king favors him.” Kenna added.

Maisie watched as Sebastian walked around the king and his mother to stand behind them. More horns were blown as queen Catherine was announced and walked to stand slightly in front of Diane. Not long after, a blond-haired, pale skinned, clearly royal man, avoided the sidewalk altogether and moved to stand across from Mary. After he bowed to her the two young royals engaged in an amusing greeting that made the ladies giggle at their queen before they started down the path into the castle.

RRRRRRRRRR

Mary's ladies stood in a room with a stuffy woman dressed in black. “You have returned to the court at your own queens bidding. As nobile ladys you must counsel her. Prepare her, account for her. For the princess Elizabeth's wedding, as with any event, you must acquaint yourselves and Mary with all visiting royal and dignitaries. Who amongst you is fluent in italian?”

They all just looked at one another before their eyes settled on Aylee. “I suppose I am.” she spoke up though it sounded more like a question.

“You will sit next to the pope’s cousin.” the stiff woman answered before she took in a deep breath and rolled her eyes. “He has no teeth and speaks very quickly.” The other girls giggled, Maisie only cracked a smile and smacked Kenna on the arm faining disapproval.

RRRRRRRRRR

Now in Mary's chambers the girls played around with makeup, jewelry and dresses. "Maisie, try this one." Lola said as she held up a lavender gown with silver beading on the satin corseted bodice and a flowing skirt of tulle. "It'll go good with your hair." Maisie took the dress, iffy about the tight corseted top. She usually opted for more loose fitting dresses for fear of being too much attention to herself.

After putting it on and letting Kenna lace up the back she looked at herself in the full length mirror. Most women would kill for Maisie's hourglass waist, but she hated it. "Where have you been hiding that waist?" Kenna asked as she took a step back. Maisie blushed as she picked up a purple beaded headband.

"Away from the eyes of the boys back home hoping to snag a wife." Maisie answered as she put the headband on.

"Are you saying you don't want a husband?" Mary asked where she sat at a dressing mirror applying kohl to her eyelids.

"I'm saying I didn't want a Scottish husband. We've all known since we were children that we would return to France eventually. It was just a matter of when and..." Maisie paused debating if she wanted to tell them the truth.

"And what?" Mary asked.

"Okay…I know this is going to sound silly but when we lived here as children, I promised my heart to a boy. I'm hoping to find him." she answered as she tied the band behind her head then adjusted the lock of hair to the left of her face that was always braided with silver beads intertwined into it.

"It's been nine years. Don't you worry he's forgotten you?" Aylee asked.

"Yes, that is a concern, I’m sure he will remember me just as I remember him." Maisie shrugged.

"Are all these gowns really from Paris?" Greer asked, changing the subject as she finished putting on a dress with a green boddes and cream satin skirt.

"Yes, every single one." Aylee answered where she was trying a gold beaded belt around the waist of her soft pink dress.

"If Collin could see me now he'd marry me in a second." Lola said as she twirled in her cream dress with green beading. "I look of age now. We all do."

"You know what I'd like to do?" Aylee asked and they all looked at her. "Explore. We haven't been here since we were children. Surely the castle has changed. Who's with me?"

"I am." Lola answered.

"Go, I'll catch up. There's something I want to see." Marry told her ladies as they all rushed out the door.

RRRRRRRRRR

At the wedding reception Maisie was standing with Aylee and Mary when Colin, who had decided he couldn’t wait to be with Lola and came to be with her, walked up and offered Mary a glass of wine. “Your grace, beautiful evening is it not?” he asked as she took the glass from him. When he kneeled and kissed Mary’s hand Maisie's eyes found Lola, watching from a few feet away, a hurt look in her eyes.

As soon as Collin walked away Mary noticed she’d accidently hurt Lola. “Maisie, I want to go dance.” Mary told her as she took her hand.

“It’s improper to dance alone.” Maisie argued, but she didn’t let go.

“I won’t be alone.” Mary argued and Maisie looked at Aylee for help.

She received none and Mary only released her hold on Maisie's hand to grab Lola's. “Lola come dance with me.” Lola looked at her the same way Maisie had, like she was crazy. “Take off your shoes. Come on, dance with me, take off your shoes.” Mary encouraged her ladies so they all kicked off our shoes and followed her out onto the empty dance floor.

As they grabbed hands and circled together as if playing a game of ring around the rosie, Maisie felt herself letting go, feeling like a carefree child. A girlish giggle left her lips as the larger circle broke and she and Greer grabbed hands, twirling around a few times before she let go and all of the ladies danced freely around their spinning queen. Eventually others joined in with them.

When feathers started falling from overhead, Maisie stopped and looked up. Still, with a smile upon her face she watched a feather float down until Greer sweeped by, making her lose track of it and insead, notice the light blue eyes of Sebastian looking right at her. Butterflies stirred in the pit of her stomach and only picked up speed when he gave her a soft smile.

A yelp slipped from her lips and pulled her out of the moment when Aylee grabbed her hand and Greer grabbed the other, pulling her back into a dancing circle that formed around Mary, who once again twirled, her arms above her head. As soon as the music was done everyone started exiting the ballroom. “Why’s everybody leaving?” Mary asked, slightly out of breath.

“It’s time for the consummation.” Lola answered.

“The ritual, the ceremony, the mystery…aren’t you curious?” Kenna said as she grabbed Mary’s hand and pulled her after everyone else.

“Where are we going?” Maisie asked when they branched off from the people who followed the royal couple into the bedchamber.

“I played in this area often as a child. I know where we can watch without getting caught.” Kenna answered quietly.

“You mean they really watch them…you know?” Aylee asked innocently.

“It’s tradition for royals.” Greer answered.

“Yes, but we’re not allowed." Aylee argued as they came to a stop in a small dark corridor. A curtain hung on the wall.

"Don't you wanna know what you're in for someday?" Kenna asked, wonder and curiosity clear in her voice as she pulled the curtain aside. Kenna always had been the most curious when it came to men. They watched the servants ready Elizabeth for bed before Philip walked in, wearing only a long night shirt.

Elizabeth looked around, nervous about the other eyes in the room watching them. But Philip cupped his hands on each side of her face, making her see only him before they kissed. From the way Elizabeth relaxed it was clear she'd already forgotten everyone else but him. They watched until long after Philip had laid her back on the bed doing things that pulled sighs and moans from both of them as everyone watched their silhouettes move in time as one. "We should go." Aylee spoke up, pulling the rest of them from their thoughts before they followed Aylee out of the corridor and into the hallway.

"Split up." Mary whispered so they all went in different directions.

Maisie had found her way back to the ballroom, hoping to snag one of the berry tartlets she'd spotted before. Unfortunately the tray was now empty. "Drat." She sighed to herself.

"Worked up an appetite, have you?" The voice of Sebastian came from behind her and a smile took over her lips before she wiped it off her face and turned around. "What with all that dancing."

"I may have." She answered and as a server walked by Sebastian took a pomegranate tart off the tray and held it out to her. "Thank you, Bash."

"You're welcome, Maisie." He told her with a soft smile as he watched her take a bite of the tart.

"Is it safe to assume you remember me?" Maisie asked. "Or have you simply familiarized yourself with the names of Mary's ladies?"

"I remember you." He told her with a twinkle in his eyes. "A boy never forgets his childhood love."

A blush colored her cheeks as she laughed. "Childhood love huh?"

"I did vow to marry you one day." He pointed out.

"Actually you wished it, on a shooting star, when I was seven." She corrected him.

"I was sure you would have forgotten about that and me." He said with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"A girl never forgets her childhood love." She answered with a blush and a shy smile.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" He asked as he held out his hand.

"I'd love to." She answered as she took his offered hand.

They made their way outside into the cool night air. "So how does it feel, being back at court?" Bash asked.

"Nostalgic." She answered. "It has me remembering things I'd forgotten about."

"Like what?" Bash asked as they walked along the sidewalk.

"Like how we climbed that tree over there. My bare foot slipped off the limb and I got a huge splinter." She said with a point to the large tree in the distance.

"I remember that. I brought you to my mother and she got the splinter out." Bash added.

"She was so kind to me even though my parents looked down their noses at her." Maisie replied.

"I'm sure they looked down on me too. I'm surprised they even let you play with me." Bash added.

"They didn't look down on you." Maisie replied, earning an interested look from him. "If anything I think they pitied you a bit. They said you couldn't help the situation you were born into."

"I know for sure your father didn't like me." He argued.

"I think that may have had more to do with the fact that you were sweet on his daughter." Maisie told him with a pointed look.

Bash laughed "You're probably right. How are they, your parents?"

Maisie's eyes fell. "They passed away, not long after we moved back to Scotland. Our house caught fire, my brothers and I made it out, they didn't."

"I'm so sorry." Bash said as he rubbed her hand in his with his thumb.

"It's fine." She answered as she steered them over to the stone half wall of the pathway they'd been walking and let go of Bash's hand to place hers on the wall, looking out at the lake. "My uncle, father's brother, took us in. He and my aunt had no children of their own." A comfortable silence settled over them. Eventually Maisie's eyes moved from the lake to Bash's hands that rested on the stone wall beside hers. A small smile stretched her lips as she turned toward him, rested her hip on the wall and held her right hand out to him. He took it and slipped his pointer finger over a small scar on the fatty part of her palm between her thumb and wrist. "Do you still have yours?" She asked.

He held his left hand out to her, showing her the scar on the same part of his hand. She pressed her palm to his, like they had when their scars were fresh, bleeding cuts, inflicted by the sharp blade of Bash's hunting knife. "I know it's none of my business but I have to know-"

"There's no one else." She answered knowing what he was about to ask because she was dying to know the same. The worry on his face eased. "Never has been, though the people back home would give you a different answer."

"What does that mean?" He asked with curious wide eyes.

She laughed. "There's this boy, Keelan, we're best friends, nothing more, but we let people think there was more to protect him from gossip." She explained. "We figured out when we were fourteen that he prefers boys. If people found out it wouldn't be good for him. So since I had no interest in other boys and he had no interest in girls, we used our friendship to protect him." She looked away from their hands and into his eyes. "What about you? Is the gossip true?"

"Depends, what's the gossip say about me?" He asked, looking amused.

"I think the words Aylee used were "He has a terrible reputation with women." Though I didn't get any specifics and I don't know her source." Maisie answered.

"There have been others." He answered. Her shoulders and heart fell. She tried to take her hand off his but he slipped his fingers between hers and closed them. "They meant nothing to me."

"Any man can say that." She whispered, her eyes on their hands. His gripping her relaxed one.

"I mean it." Bash assured her. "Give me a chance to prove it?"

She took her time thinking about it. He could have lied about his past, but he owned up to it. She wasn't stupid. Girls were pressured to safeguard their virtue while boys weren't considered men if they were still virgins at a certain age. After the promises they'd made as children and nine years of saving herself for Bash she owed it to both of them to give him a chance. So she closed her fingers, holding his hand. "Don't make me regret it."

"I wouldn't dare. Especially if you can still throw that punch I taught you." He replied and she laughed. “Not only did you bloody your knuckles but my nose as well.”

“I only did what you told me to.” Maisie said defensively. “And you healed just fine. I can’t say the same for the poor boy back home. His nose is still a bit crooked.”

“And what offense landed him on the receiving end of your dainty, and clearly still powerful, fist?” Bash asked.

“He thought it would be a good idea to grab my backside.” she answered. “It was like an instinct I didn’t know I had. I turned and punched before I'd even fully registered what had happened. I got in so much trouble for that.”

“You got in trouble?” Bash asked with a frown. “He was the one in the wrong.”

“It’s not proper for a Lady to know how to throw a punch.” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“Every woman should know how to defend themselves, titled or otherwise.” Bash argued.

“I agree with you.” Maisie said with a smirk. “And I have you to thank for not just that moment of self defense but several others over the years. So, thank you.”

Bash gave her a soft smile. “You’re welcome.”

"I should probably turn in for the night." Maisie pointed out realizing it had gotten late.

"Then I'll bid you goodnight like a gentleman." He told her as he moved her hand around in his, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it.

She closed the space between them, stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss to his stubbly cheek. "Goodnight, Bash."

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But my worries were almost immediately quelled Lady Elaenor practically fly from the carriage, dragging Lady Francesa in tow. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before I lifted my long skirts and ran toward them. There was likely a rule about not doing such things, especially being first in line to the Scottish crown. But right now, I didn’t give a damn. I had missed my ladies - my friends, sorely.

I wasn’t even halfway to their carriage when Lady Elaenor threw her arms around me, nearly sending me tumbling. But I laughed and hugged her back. Our hug was interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. Lady Bianca cleared her throat again before Elaenor released me and took a step backward.

My four ladies-in-waiting then offered me curtsies. It seemed that my friends had grown up since the last time I had seen them and were much more apt to social graces and protocol compared to when we were younger. But while I had spent years in hiding, they had spent years training for their station. I couldn’t fault them for that. But if Elaenor’s slight slip-up was any indication, things wouldn’t always be quite so . . . stiff.

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Another AU that I’ve been wrapped up in and no clue what I was doing, lol.

An AU combo of Demon (like) & Monarch (like) AU featuring my OC and Gabriel Reyes.

Queen!Kallista Kaines x Demon!Gabriel Reyes

Her footsteps were quick and with purpose, a disturbance within the castle at this hour could only mean one thing. Dressed in her thin sheer robe, Kallista quickly made her way through the small courtyard and into the mall hall of the castle, her grip on the handle of her ornate rapier as she made her way to the first set of doors that led to stairs, Kallista's icy blue eyes focused on one of her servants that quickly approached her. Night had fallen and blanketed the kingdom in darkness giving way to those who wish to challenge the sovereignty of the kingdom she ruled over.

"Your Highness!" the servant called out to her as she began to descend from the top of the stairs.

"Is it them?" Kallista asked as she walked past the servant down the stairs, the servant followed after her.

"Y-Yes!" The servant said as they followed after her, they were clearly out of breath.

"Where is Lyudmila? Is Prince Sebastian safe?" Kallista questioned.

"Knight Commander Dontsova is handling the assailants that came through the courtyard. And yes Prince Sebastian is safe," they replied as they attempted to catch their breath as they followed.

"The main corridor?" Kallista questioned.

"Lady Natalie and Lord Jesse diverted most of them but I'm afraid some of them may have penetrated through and are on their way to the throne room. Your Highness-"

"Perfect. They need a kind reminder on who they wish to overthrow," Kallista said as she continued her stride towards the throne room.

"Your Highness, please-! At least have decency when you confront them-!" the servant pleaded with the woman as she continued on her way. The servant took off their cloak to give to the woman. Begrudgingly she took the cloak and draped it over her shoulders as she pushed the large wooden doors open to the throne room.

"Decency you say? The wild beasts will receive no decency from me when I am through with them, " Kallista hissed.

Kallista continued towards her throne quickly, she hastily pushed opened the doors to the throne room and made her way over to the two thrones that sat empty. Kallista glanced at the empty throne next to hers, the throne of the late king that was, in short, dragged into the depths of hell. Kallista held steady, her head high as she took her rightful seat on the throne. Within moments the throne room door was thrown open followed by a group of dark-clothed men, Kallista crossed her legs as she laid the ornately decorated rapier across her lap and turned her attention to the men.

"Gentlemen. If you wanted to request a meeting with me, surely it could have waited until morning," Kallista began.

"Cut the coy act woman. The king has been dead for far too long, we are here to give way to a new king," the leader of the men spoke up. Kallista narrowed her sharp blue eyes at the men and smiled.

"A new king you say? The people have already chosen who they wish to rule," Kallista replied.

"Bullshit! We know that you have tainted their minds with your dark magic, you are the reason why the late king has fallen!" Another one of the men shouted.

"Is that what they are telling you?" Kallista laughed.

"You mock us?" the larger bulkier man hissed as he stepped forward

"I believe the people have different views than what you believe. But I will say that you are very, very brave to attack my home that I built with my late husband, to wake my son, all because you believe I shouldn't be in power. To believe that a woman cannot rule," Kallista began, her tone light, airy.

"Such behavior will not be tolerated," Kallista said as she stood, the white cloak sliding from her shoulders.

"A public execution would have been better for you harlot, but if you wish for death we will gladly give you sweet release," the bulkier of the men chuckled as he brandished his sword.

"Tanis. Please prepare a bath for me and oh make sure the prince is still sleeping. If he's awake, please give him cinnamon milk, it'll help him sleep better," Kallista started.

"Y-yes your Highness," Tanis said as they hesitantly ran off

Kallista slipped off her dark sheer robe and stepped forward towards the men.

"Come. My husband is quite hungry," Kallista said as she looked at her rapier.

"You bitch!" the man swung his sword horizontally, Kallista easily avoided the blade aimed for her head and lunged forward her rapier piercing the man's heart with one simple movement. The other men watched in shock at how easily she subdued him, the man dropped his meat cleaver sword and crumbled to his knees. Kallista pulled her rapier from the man and began to brutally shred the man's abdomen, blood coating her form as she continued mercilessly.

With a short grunt, Kallista kicked the man back with her bare feet.

"Come," Kallista said as she flicked the blood from the rapier, inky obsidian tendrils began to slither around Kallista as she slowly approached the men. Some of the men stepped back, horrified at what was forming behind the woman.

A dark misty humanoid figure, crimson slits for eyes, slimy, inky black tentacles twisted, turned, jerked behind her.

"Alright, then. We’ll come to you," Kallista replied as she darted towards the nearest man stunned with horror.

It was no more than 15 minutes after Tanis had left from her side and when they rushed back into the throne room, what they saw confused them.

"Your Highness?" Tanis said as they watched the thick, inky like smoke surround Kallista. The smoke itself seemed to wrap itself gently around the woman's body as if it caressed her before it seemed to dissipate. Tanis' attention then focused on the tattered and soulless corpses and Knight Commander Dontsova entering into the throne room.

"Y-Your Highness, your bath awaits you in your chambers," Tanis began meekly, Kallista turned to face them, blood covered her entire form causing Tanis to jump back in shock.

"Thank you," Kallista said with a small smile before she turned and walked away.

"Oh and Tanis can you move my viewings to a later time, At the earliest, I will be awake at noon," Kallista called out to Tanis.

"Y-Yes of course!" Tanis replied as they watched Kallista leave the throne room wiping the rapier with a tattered piece of cloth.

Tanis turned their attention from the woman and to the bodies that were being dragged from the room.

"What the hell happened here?" Tanis said to themselves.

"Her Highness channels the magic surging through her body into the rapier you saw...they say that a demon lives within it devouring the souls of those who fall to the blade," one of the other servants said. Tanis turned their attention to the woman and young man holding a bucket.

"The souls and blood of those who challenge the royal family…" the female servant trailed off.

"But it could also be the ruthlessness of the queen herself. The only ones who would know, would be the late king, bless his soul and the Knight Commander," the male servant added.

"I...I see…" Tanis replied as they thought back to the black tendrils that gently caressed the woman before is dissipated.

Were those hands that gently caressed her cheeks and wiped away the blood of the fallen or a figment of their imagination?

Kallista sighed softly as she immersed herself in the steaming tub full of water, she had cleansed herself of the bloodshed just moments before and wanted nothing more just to enjoy the soak. The fight was nothing but the aftermath of it drained her.

He was hungry it took all of her strength to keep him bound to her. She already knew that the man was strong when he was a human, but his strength increased by tenfold in his new form.

"Mi Amor…" His voice was rich, honeyed different than the snarling, ghastly beast he was just a mere moment ago.

"Gabriel…" Kallista whispered as she leaned back into the porcelain tub, his hands ghosting over shoulders.

"Your body is weak….I apologize," Gabriel said in a hushed tone.

"It's not the first time," Kallista replied softly.

"Shh…" Gabriel hushed her as his hands worked their magic on her shoulders, working out the tension.

"They are increasingly growing bold...the people will only tolerate them for a little bit longer before I am forced to deal with them,"Kallista sighed.

"I believe in whatever you decide to do with them. You are our queen," Gabriel replied.

"Of course…" Kallista trailed off a soft moaned slipping past her lips as she felt the man's hand slip into the water gently kneading her breast.

"You are out mighty queen, you speak and they follow without question. They believe in you as I believe in you," Gabriel voice husky, deep along her ear as he shifted around the tub, his hand traveling from her breast deeper into the water.

"Gabriel you have too much belief in me…," Kallista sighed.

"No. I have just the right amount. I chose you to be my queen because I believed you would be able to reign when I cannot...and you have not proven me wrong," Gabriel replied.

"Gabe-" Kallista began when she lost her words in her throat, only a moan slipped from her lips.

Gabriel used his free hand to tilt her head up and sealed their lips together in a desperate kiss. The kiss drowned the gasps and moans that would have echoed in the room alerting those around the room to his presence.

Not yet.

They didn't need to know what became of their beloved king and the demon that he had become. No, not yet.

His fingers continued to work her, breaking her down piece by piece, into putty for him to build her into whatever he wanted.

"Mmm Gabe-" Kallista panted against his lips.

"Si, mi reina," his voice gravelly with an edge all to drive her mad with need. Her soft moaned and mewls stirred a forgotten warmth inside of him, it reminded him of what he used to be, the king that used to reign, the man that satisfied every need of his kingdom, his people, his family, his wife. Everything. It was all taken away from him when he died four years ago.

There were times where he felt regret for what she had done to bring him back, bounding her soul to what was left of his cursed soul. Bounding them together until she perished, summoning him drained her, weakening her to where she would sleep for days and even now he knew that she would be exhausted for the day to come. Her soft cry for him tore him from his dismal thoughts of regrets, she loved him, demon or not.

"Kallista my love…" his words were soft, strained just shy of a snarl. Kallista arched her back as her cries became increasingly louder. Gabriel silently narrowed his crimson eyes as he watched intensely at her face twisted in pleasure.

"Gabriel-! Please, I-!" Kallista choked as she gripped at the man's dark clothes just shy of her nails ripping the silky material.

"More...give me more...Kallista...come for me…"Gabriel growled as he continued. He remembered her weaknesses, what broke her down what made her body quiver and wither underneath him.

"Come for me," Gabriel snarled. Kallista arched her back as she gripped at the man's shirt as she came undone. With a growl Gabriel took her lips and drowned out her cry as she came for him, the man groaned deeply as he broke the kiss, a trail of saliva hanging from their lips as they gazed into each other's eyes.

"I love you Kallista," Gabriel whispered.

"I love you too Gabriel," Kallista sighed softly.

"Will you stay with me...tonight?" Kallista questioned, her tone meek. He couldn't resist, how could he when he had longed so much to be with her day and night.

"Your wish is my command," Gabriel replied as he placed a kiss on the top of her forehead before he moved. He withdrew his hand from the now warm water and grabbed a towel for her. He gently took her hand, helping her from the tub. Within minutes they were tangled in each other's arms, reminiscing of memories held close to their hearts.

"My queen allow me this night to be one with you after all of these years...if you will have me," Gabriel whispered against her lips.

"My body may not be the same...but my love...my need for you has not wavered," Gabriel whispered as he ground his hips against her naked sex.

"I love you Gabriel...no matter the demon that's inside of you...you are my king and nothing will break that bond," Kallista replied as she gently caressed his jaw.

The moonlight and the low fire illuminated the large bedroom, just enough for them to make out each other's features.

"Then allow me this Kallista...my queen...allow me this night to be with you once again...after all of these years," Gabriel's voice barely audible, short of a growl. He knew that she would allow him anything without asking, but he needed to make sure. He needed to make sure that she wanted him, wanted the demon he had become.

"Yes...for you, my king," Kallista whispered before she sealed their lips together pushing any doubts that man had, any doubts of her denying him of the love he was starved of.

The man groaned in appreciation, she knew that he needed and would gladly give it to him. She gave him anything he wanted as he gave her anything she wanted.

"I can't...promise...I'll be gentle," Gabriel groaned his cock brushing against her heated sex, her essence coating him, she was more than ready for him. Kallista moaned as she ground her hips against the roll of his, it had been too long since she had felt the man's touch in more ways than one. Her body responded to his every touch, moan, whisper, stroking the fire within her core that threatened to consume her if he didn't touch her. It had been so long since she'd seen him, the love of her life ripped away in front of her, a part of her being ripped away.

"Gabriel...I need you," Kallista whimpered.

"As I need you," Gabriel's voice rough, raspy, he was shifting.

The fire in the room burned low no longer illuminating the room, the heavy draperies dimmed the sliver of moonlight that slipped between them coating the two lovers in darkness.

Kallista gasped softly as she felt the subtle changes to the man hovering above her, his large callused hands were now cool to the touch, his blunt nails now talon like as they gently raked down her hips and cupped underneath her knee spreading her legs wider for him. His normally kept hair was long as she felt the silky strands tease her breast. A small mewl escaped from between her lips as their skin touched, one warm and full of life and the other cool. She knew that the man wasn't going to give her the opportunity to see him in such a state, he was ashamed of what he had become. He didn't want her to see the monster that was once her beloved husband.

"Gabriel… Please…"

With a growl, he roughly grasped her wrists pinning them above her head as his other hand stilled her hips, his restraint over his form deteriorated much quicker than he would have wanted but he was needy. It didn't take him long before he was completely buried inside of her, a growl rumbled deep in his chest as a gasp shot from between her lips as she instinctively tightened her legs around the man's waist. It took him even less time to move, slow, powerful hesitant thrusts.

"Gabriel. ..don't hold back," Kallista panted as she lifted her hips giving the man a clear sign of what she wanted.

Gabriel snarled as he placed her legs over his shoulders, his hands gripped her waist, his talons digging into her skin sure to leave marks by the morning. Her hands still pinned by a cold inky tendril, A force that Kallista hed felt more than once when the man was brutally gutting and draining those who wished to threaten his kingdom that he built and left for his family.

"Your...wish...is my command," Gabriel replied his voice husky, raspy, with an otherworld edge that sent shivers through her body. Kallista cried out at the sudden change in the man's pace the strength behind each of his thrusts.

Kallista's cries echoed in the bedroom as Gabriel's grunts were loud and animalistic as he buried himself in her with no mercy. His claw-like talons dug into her skin, his sharp fangs nipping hungrily at her skin, leaving marks as he fucked her through her second orgasm.

"Please," she gasps. "Harder. More."

He couldn't deny her, no matter how much he knew she would be more than exhausted when morning came but he couldn't stop, her moans and cries pushed him further, his need for her drove him mad as he fucked her harder, faster bringing her to completion once again. Kallista sobbed another orgasm ravaged her body, the squeeze of her tight walls, pulsing around him, forcing him closer and closer to his end.

His thrusts ragged, his grunts more strained, his grip on her hips harder. His now crimson eyes focused on her half-lidded crystal blue eyes, gazing into her soul and how much she yearned for him. He pulled out only to push back into her savagely, setting their pace anew with little mercy. Another shrill cry escaped from Kallista's lips, he growled an inhuman sound reverberating through her entire form. The exquisitely overwhelming feeling of his cock filling her over and over again is so, so good but it's not enough. Her hands no longer bound by one of the man's shadowy tendrils, she clung to him, her hands sought out his form, her nails raked down his back as he went for the tender skin of her neck and lapped at the small beads of blood that gathered.

"Gabriel - -! Please!" Kallista cried as she came again. Another beastly snarl as his hips still snapped against her own, paying not a single ounce of attention to the squelch of her sex or the slap of their skin as he continued on in his bruising pace, fucking her like a starved beast.

"Oh god-!" Kallista cried out

"There is no God here Kallista. Only me," the beast of the man snarled as he continued to chase his release.

Gabriel snarled into her neck as he hovered over her, rutting into her deep, hard, relentless. In a shrill cry, Kallista collapsed to the bed, her back arched as another orgasm racked her body, with a beastly roar of his own Gabriel came, thick heavy spurts filled her, his talons digging into her soft flesh drawing blood as he pushed himself as far as he could go, her velvet walls squeezing ever so tightly around him.

The air thick with sex and charged with an unknown energy surrounded the two as they caught their breath.

"Kallista… forgive me,"Gabriel whispered as he lowered her legs from his shoulders as hesitantly pulling himself from her. His body back to that as a human as he maneuvered her into a more comfortable position

"I missed it…I missed you, "Kallista replied breathlessly as she reached for the man. He gently took her hand and placed a kiss on the inside of her palm and then another kiss onto her wedding ring.

"Even now, you never cease to amaze me," Gabriel chuckled.

"I know...when...will you let me see you?" Kallista questioned.

"Not yet...but I promise," Gabriel replied.

"I hope you keep your word...Gabriel," Kallista sighed, her body exhausted from the large amounts of energy exerted through the night.

"Rest...you need it," Gabriel said quietly

Quietly the two tangled themselves with one another as they whispered sweet nothings and loving memories to one another as the sun rose, only then did slip into slumber.

It wasn't until hours later did someone attempt to disturb her.

"Your Highness?" Tanis called out meekly as they poked their head into the darkened chamber. They were greeted with silence. Carefully maneuvering the tray of her morning tea and fruits, they placed the tray on the small table near the french doors of the room and began to move the heavy draperies to allow more sunlight into the room.

"Leave them,"

Tanis froze at the sound of the voice that came from the darkness that coated the large bed, a voice they hadn't heard in years but it was clear as day. Carefully Tanis turned to look over their shoulder and towards the bed. They were greeted by glowing red eyes from the bed, a choked gasp escaped Tanis' throat as the two crimson eyes held their gaze.

"Leave her until the afternoon, like she asked,"

"Y-Your Majesty?" Tanis asked softly.

Gabriel grunted in response.

"B-But you're…dead. H-how," Tanis began as their eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room, to the nude figure that laid stretched out next to the smaller figure

"These are questions that may be answered at a later time. Now, Tanis, You wouldn't want to wake the queen, would you?" Gabriel repeated

"Of course not. I-I'll leave right away," Tanis replied as they gathered themselves and quickly exited the chamber, closing the door softly behind them.

"You practically scared them half to death," Kallista whispered.

"Good," Gabriel chuckled.

#Kallista Kaines x Gabriel Reyes #oc x canon #oc x gabriel reyes #Demon AU #Monarch AU #fanfiction #fanfic #I had no clue what I was doing but I guess it turned out decent?

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