Changing History: God's Intervention

Chapter two

The next morning, they woke and shared a soft kiss knowing for a bit it would be their last unless they could sneak one or two in the shadowy corridors of the hidden tunnels or so they thought. They traveled back to the castle both dreading returning to reality but content to know they would be together as soon as mary got the Vatican to approve both their annulments which shouldn't be to hard with bash being forced to marry Kenna and Mary's husband having a child out of wedlock with another even kings had to obey some rules and claiming a child of any mistress would require an immediate annulment. Francis would never allow a child of his to be a bastard.

By the time they got to the castle bash was in a bad mood both because of thoughts in his head and the likely lectures waiting for not coming in last night from his wife, parting way with Mary he knew he would have to talk to his wife, what he had not expected was what waited him in the front hall...

There was a very nervously looking servant who most definitely was waiting for Bash. "My Lord, there is a dinner feast at the great hall and you are late." The servant looked frightened and embarrassed to be addressing Bash that way." I'm so sorry but I was forced by Lady Kenna to escort you to the great hall in the moment you will arrive at the castle." The servant was getting more and more pale when looking at Bash expression.

Bash, on the other hand, just wished he had his sword with him but he had left it in the armory on the way back. He was suddenly in the mood to slash something preferably into small pieces. "Like you can see, I'm wet and dirty from the road so you will escort me after I change." Bash barked and stormed in the direction of his quarters.

"My Lord but Lady Kenna..." The servant tried to say something jogging after Bash. "Can wait." Finished Bash. "If not, she is free to find someone else to accompany her I don't give a damn". It was harsh Bash knew it was, once more he reminded himself that it wasn't Kenna's fault that they were married now. And it wasn't her fault that he had fallen in love with another woman in the first place.

Kenna was as much victim of his father's madness as he was. "I'm sorry, I had a long day and the storm caught me on the way back, please tell Lady Kenna that I will be with her shortly and apologize for me." He said reluctantly and the servant almost ran from him. 'Great, now I'm scaring people and yelling at poor servants' he thought darkly to himself. He just wished this day would end so that this pretense would be one more day to being over with.

He changed as fast as he could and combed his hair with his hand. His hair stood in different directions from the rain and other activates he was involved in that day of which he would not be thinking much less talking about tonight he swore to himself again.
Trying to fasten his new jacket as he almost ran through the corridors. The door to the great hall was opened for him by two guards who were standing at both side of the door. And there he was in the middle of yet another feast he half wondered what the occasion was.

His eyes found Mary at the head of the table. She looked tired and pale to him, but she put up a good show for everyone. The only indication that she only just run inside the castle was her hair, which usually was cascading, down her back now she had it pinned at her head to cover the fact that it was still wet. At the second glance he saw Kenna waving discretely at him to join her at the table.

He rushed to her side. Sitting at the table he saw that Francis wasn't around, his usual spot was empty. Only queen Catherine was present at her usual spot, king Henry was sitting among the generals probably telling some new lady's stories because the whole half of the table was laughing at loud.

"What I miss?" He asked sitting at Kenna's side.

"The usual bragging about France's might and stuff like that but Henry was asking for you twice already and I was worried..." Kenna started talking but Bash didn't hear the rest of the sentence. He was staring at Mary and Francis, who finally appeared at her side, they were talking about something and judging by their faces it wasn't anything pleasant.
"Bash are you listening to me?" Kenna's voice finally reached to him and he looked at her distracted.