𝐇𝐎𝐀𝐗 | tvd & reign oneshots

- 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

— bash x kenna, reign
— " i mean that i want to see your heart, kenna, and not just one part of it. the entire truth of it, no matter how dark, because that's what marriage is about. "

...

She giggled as he led her to the moonlit garden, his blue eyes shimmering. "Bash, what are we doing? Where are you taking me? What-"

He cut her off with a delicate kiss. Even after years; the very motion still managed to make her heart flutter wildly in her chest.

"We've been in the palace for so long, and you said yourself you wanted a place away from it all. Now-" -one of his hands found its way to her waist- "we're free to do anything we please away from the prying eyes of French Court."

She brought his free hand up to her lips and kissed it. "Are you sure the children are asleep?"

"You really think I'm that much of an irresponsible parent?" Bash pretended to grasp his chest in pain. "Of course they are."

Kenna laughed again at her husband, taking a moment to look around and appreciate the life they'd built for themselves. Who knew? If someone had asked her seven years ago if she'd ever expected to be married to an untitled bastard and moved from her seemingly unorthodox life in the French court to a country manor with their eight (future) children, she'd insist they were insane. Yet now, seeing the world through Bash's eyes had made Kenna realize; they didn't need money or a legacy. As long as he came home at the end of the day; as long as they still had each other. That was enough; they were enough.

The first months of their union were rocky, true. Over time, they'd grown to love each other. The spoiled, wealthy lady; the king's mistress, and the man; only known for being Henri's bastard. Wedded at swordpoint by a mad king, tied together for a lifetime. Just like that, it happened. The rest came all at once; and somewhere along the way, they fell in love. After Henri died, Francis had given his half-brother and his family a country manor far away from the confines of politics and court as possible with the exception of still being in France.

"Who would've thought?" she said aloud. When she spun to face Bash, she could see an adoring gaze and a soft, almost unconscious smile gracing his face, his icy blue eyes never leaving hers.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, slightly astounded. This was a glance she glimpsed rarely on him; not the usually lustful one or the one where he was desperately trying to be patient with her or their eight rambunctious offspring (which neither of them would trade for the world).

"I don't know if this is real," he finally said. "I do wonder; if I'll wake up, and this will all just be a dream. Everything is just so perfect now, yet..."

She met his lips with a kiss. "I'm yours; you're mine. We made those vows; this is marriage, it can't be undone."

He was enthralled by the woman in front of him and swore that any mortal man would require a map not to get lost in her chocolate brown eyes—still as enchanting as they were when they were eighteen. He also couldn't help but notice how the moonlight reflected off her dress, bathing her in a warm, dazzling haze.
Bash had to shake his head to escape his trance. "Enough said, now; shall we dance?"

An invisible melody began to play in both of their heads as they waltzed around the garden, occasionally looking up into the tallest window of the manor and glimpsing small, dark heads peering out. "You told me you'd already put them to bed," Kenna murmured, though she wasn't angry at all.