You ran to Nostradamus' chambers. You didn't care what anyone would say about a princess running. Bash was hurt. You didn't know how, or how bad the injury is. All you knew in that moment was the man you love was hurt. The moment you got to the door you saw your brother-in-laws blonde curls.
"Francis," you whispered. You felt like your chest was on fire and your heart was going to pop out of your chest. He turned away from the wall he had been staring at. His eyes became sympathetic when he saw your tear stained face. He opened his arms to you and you bolted. In need of your best friends comfort. In that moment you let the tears fall. Francis ran his hand up and down your back trying to calm you down.
"Why don't we sit?" He whispered. The both of you slid down the wall. You unconsciously began to bounce your leg. You didn't even noticed you were until Francis placed his hand on you leg and gave you a look. "Calm down, princess. Everything is going to be fine. Think of Scotland, not of Bash." You looked into his eyes.
"Sorry," you whispered "It's just hard, my country is at war, the man I love was just stabbed. It's like the whole world is against me. When we came back to France," You paused and looked away. "I thought things would be better."
"I know Y/N, we all thought it would get easier." You looked at Francis before getting up and pacing again. You waited and waited for Nostradamus to come out of the chambers. It felt like hours that you were walking back and forth, but finally Nostradamus opened his doors.
"Children," he grumbled. "He's going to be fine," you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You felt a tear run down your face "would you like to see him?" You nodded silently and Francis with his hand on you back protectively, led you into the chambers.
"Bash,"you cried, choking on your breath. He was pale and lying in a cot. The sweat ran down his face and his torso was wrapped in bandages.
"Y/n," he croaked. You ran to his side, he attempted to sit up as you sat on the bed, but you pushed him down lightly. He shook his head and tried to sit up again. "I want to sit up," you pushed him down once more.
"Will you please sit still, for the love of all that is holy," you huffed causing Bash to let out a rough laugh. "What," you asked, "what are you laughing at?"
"It's just," he smiled "I love you."
"I love you too." You smiled
"I'm sorry," he whispered as you pressed your forehead to his.
"You better be. Never do that again," you whispered.
"I'll try," he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.
"Well, this is awkward," Francis mumbled causing you and Bash to giggle.
"Sorry, Francis," you giggled and moved yourself off the bed and into the chair next to his bed. You held on to Bash's hand as he spoke to Francis. You never wanted to let him go again.
