TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF Rape Drug.
The next day. Playing chess with Mary.
You didn't sleep at all the previous night,
And spend most of the day trying stay busy while you wait for Bash to come find you. You're wearing your most modest white dress as not to alert anyone in the castle about your plans with Francis.
You make your move.
Mary: Your losing your touch.
Mary makes her move.
You: Not quite.
You make another move.
You: Checkmate. My queen beats yours.
Suddenly Bash is beside you.
Mary: Hello Bash.
You: Hi Bash.
Bash: Ladies. Y/N? Nostradamus has the Indian ginseng you wanted.
You: Oh. I almost forgot. Is he still in the infirmary?
Bash: Yes.
You: I'm going to go see if I can get it.
Bash: Mind if I join you?
You: Not at all. Excuse us Mary.
Mary: Of course.
Your heart is pounding with every step.
Bash: You're a good liar..
You: Almost as good as you... By the way what's Indian ginseng?
Bash: It's a mixture of herbs used for sleep problems and stress. It's often mixed with poppy.
You quickly understand.
Bash: I've never used it and never will, but unfortunately I see it used a lot.
You: I'm sorry.
Bash: Don't be. You asked an honest question. I gave you an honest answer. Like you deserve.
You: Thank You.
Bash: Onto a lighter subject. You should know Francis and I were successful with the pope. He agreed to marry the two of you.
You: Really, but why did it take so long? It's almost dark.
Bash: To get your marriage documents in order.
You finally reach the door to the infirmary. You stand there, frozen, forcing yourself to take deep breaths. You feel your hand grasp the knob, slowly turning it.
You: (softly) Here we go.
