The Traveller [Bash, Reign] ~ On Hold

VIII

Hello little pineapple c:

So in these next chapters, we're finally going to understand more of what Lizzy actually is, yayyy!

I really enjoyed creating this world and I hope you will like it as much.

Also, congratulations to any of you who passed their french baccalaureate. I hope you did great 🙃💕

And if not, well don't be sad, Zola, Malraux and Apollinaire failed theirs 😉

Now, onto the chapter.

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16th century, French court.

 You know when your chest is burning and you can’t breathe and tears are accumulating one by one in the corners of both your eyes, only waiting to fall down like a torrent?

 Well, I couldn’t let that torrent go in the middle of people.

 As I ran through the castle and swerved through people with my head down, I could only curse this castle for being so big, and my heart for getting attached too fast.

 I had been stupid enough to think that maybe he liked me, that maybe he was going to court me.

 At that moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from my fast walking, almost running.

 “Elizabeth, are you okay?”

 Francis.

 The sweetest king and friend I had met. I had seen him be nothing but nice to everyone, I had seen his bond with his brother. How could they do this to him? His brother and his fiancé? I mean, he had even been nice to me, an English.

 Well, that was because they loved my grandmother, but still.

 How could I ever tell him about it?

 “Ah, Francis, yes I am good, thank you for asking. How are you doing?” I rambled, trying to straighten my back and plaster a smile on.

 “Lizzy, your lips are quivering, I am not stupid. Are you hurt?”

 I just shook my head and looked at my shoes, “it is not my place to tell you anything. I am sorry, Francis,” I said squeezing his arm as a friendly gesture, trying silently to tell him that if he ever needed someone, I’d be there for him.

 “You are scaring me, you are never this serious,” he said. Oh, how this boy was hard headed.

 I actually loved that about him, but sometimes, it really was tiring.

 “Everything is okay, do not worry yourself about it,” I gave him a faint smile, before leaving.

 I had decided that a guy I barely knew wasn’t worth the tears. I had decided that I would just get the artefacts and leave.

 Yes, that was the best choice, just do my task and leave, this was never my place to be, I was never meant to alter history. Besides, I also still had school to attend too and family business to run.

 Yes, my family works in the history and tourism sectors, we own a lot of big museums and historical attractions, we also organize anything that has to do with historical events.

 I mean, even fantasy and mythical creatures have to gain money to survive, right? And that is why I was here, to pick up a long lost artefact of a king.

 I continued making my way to my grandmother’s room, my tears starting to subdue a little, but I’m sure my eyes were just as red still.

 “What is it, Elizabeth?” my grandmother asked, as I poked my head from behind the door, still not fully entering.

 “I’m here to take the artefact and go,” I replied, walking in and closing the door behind me, as she smiled, happy that I was obviously taking her advice.

 She went to her dresser, getting it out of a drawer, it was an antique vase decorated with a lot of signs and drawings, which I guessed we would be studying and researching back home.

 “But can I ask, what made you change your mind?” she asked, giving it to me.

 “I just realized that I’m not really meant to fit here, history is taking its course normally and I can’t change that...” I trailed a bit, “I have to accept that,” I whispered, but loud enough for her to hear me.

 “it’s okay, sweetheart, you have another life awaiting you in the 21st century, and you can always come back here and visit if you miss anyone,” she tried to comfort me, taking me in her arms.

 I was actually starting to believe this was the right thing, as I clutched the bag that held the artefact with a few souvenirs from this era; I looked at the castle, before getting into a carriage that was to take me to Paris. I wasn’t planning on saying goodbye, because I knew it would be too hard, I would crave and stay. I had gotten too attached to this era, and eventually, the consequences would be bad if I stayed here. This was best for everyone.