mad queen » reign cw

xiii.

( fact thirteen! )
eden stuart's favorite uncle
is francis, and her second
favorite is bash.

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"you have turned into such a priss, belle! what did mother and father turn you into?" claude de valois sat across from her sister on the bed of grass.

"i have not!" isabelle rejected as she glanced over at her sister.
"yes you have. before you became the queen, you would have sat on this grass without any type of fabric or duvet between your bum and the grass." claude pointed out.

isabelle de valois had always been close with sebastian and francis, but after having two brothers, when her mother and father introduced her to her sisters, she fell in love with the idea of being a big sister.

isabelle remembered her childhood memories of nurturing her sisters, elisabeth and claude while still being wild and reckless with sebastian and francis.

"i suppose you're right, but i am a queen now. and a mother!" belle responded. claude let out a laugh as she looked towards her eldest sister.

"i still cannot believe that you have a daughter, and you're pregnant now! your eden is a sweet girl. i've wondered about her hair coloring though. she is james's, right?" claude looked at belle.

claude loved to gossip, and the second that she heard rumors of her sister and a bastard child, she was dying to ask her sister about it.

isabelle let out a big groan. she had grown tired of the accusations about eden.
"yes! eden is james's daughter. she gets her hair from mother's side." isabelle explained.

the girls heard chatter, causing them to turn towards the noise. the valois girls watched sebastian and arthur walk, deep in conversation. isabelle had noticed that those two had grown closer over the past year.

isabelle glanced at arthur, knowing that she hadn't spoken to him in two days. in all honesty, she missed his companionship, but she knew that she needed to give him his space.

claude watched her sister stare at the royal advisor, but claude knew that it was a stare of longing. the french girl's eyebrows stitched together in curiosity.

isabelle's blue eyes flickered back to claude, realizing that her sister noticed her looking at arthur.
"what is going on with you, sister?" claude looked at belle.

belle's cheeks tinted red as she knew that claude was onto her. if there was one thing that claude was skilled at, it was discovering people's true intentions regardless of the lies that they fed.

"nothing is going on, claude." isabelle dismissed, making her sister's curiousity grow.

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"i don't know what to do, bash." arthur sighed, placing the parchments and documents down on isabelle's desk.

"if you think that this girl, whomever she is, is worth it, i believe that you should go for it." bash advised, looking at the duke.

arthur sighed, looking down at the papers as he leaned against the table.
"what if she has a higher status than me?" arthur asked, oblivious to what he was insinuating.

sebastian did not catch on at first.

"that's what i hate about this damned monarchy and society. you cannot love who you want to. i say that everyone should just love whomever they want, regardless of gender, ranking, anything!" sebastian ranted.

arthur nodded along. he had days to himself to process isabelle's pregnancy, and it was now brightly clear to him. he wanted nothing more than to be by belle's side during this important time.

"wait," sebastian commented, stitching his eyebrows together. arthur looked up at him.
"the only rankings higher than a duke would be a princess or a....a queen. arthur, were you talking about—"

arthur stared at bash in silence.

"oh my. you were talking about my sister?" sebastian gasped, realizing that his sister and arthur were secret lovers.

"bash, you must not tell anyone." arthur pleaded. a moment passed before bash's lips curled up into a smile.

the bastard son looked at his companion.
"i was never fond of james anyways." sebastian smirked.