"I am all in for the idea of keeping this wine flowing!" She answered nodding before she heart his suggestion. Her eyebrows rose, the excitement evident on her face "Your father will be furious hearing that you not only allowed me to flirt with you but took me to drink his wine, so we should make this upcoming anger worth it and make sure we will only drink the best it has to offer!" She laughed and grabbed sebastians hand wanting to start walking before she realized she had no idea where they were going or better said where this wine cellar was. Kenna turned around to him again almost causing him to walk into her what let a light giggle escape her lips "Show me your ways!" She teased actually meaning for him to show her the cellar
Sebastian laughed at her response. “Of course. Plus, you only deserve the best, Lady Kenna.” He said teasingly, winking at her. As she took hold of his hand and started walking, he let out a laugh. He wondered if Kenna knew where the wine cellar was located, since she seemed so confident while she lead the way -or it was probably her excitement that caused her to be like this. Before he could utter a word, the Lady turned around and Sebastian managed to stop before actually colliding with her. He smiled down at her as she giggled and offered her his arm. “This way, my Lady.” He said with a smirk and began walking again. In fact the wine cellar was not far from where they were now, though they had to take several steps in order to get to the lower levels of the castle. As they arrived, he opened the door and allowed her in first. “It is like an alcoholics paradise.”
"My gaurdian is still in England trying to find a suitable match for a duchess but I have no interest in marrying anyone just yet so I tend to ignore things that he says. Like banning me from taverns." Adelina grinned at the thought of going in a tavern and actually presenting herself in a way that wasn’t for the court of nobles. "Well I must say I am quite excited to try this tavern with you."
It was becoming more and more common to meet young female royals that did not wish to get married soon. He sure thought of it to be a nice change in a sense, though he was positive that their families -just like Clementine’s- certainly didn’t approve of such behavior. Sebastian smiled at her. “Since you have the chance to be free without your guardian around, we could even go today if you so wish. Now.”
"I don’t think pleasing your father is the thing I came here to do, he thinks he can have me with a snap of his finger, its time he learns that that isn’t true!" The young Lady said grinning before she noticed the change of emotion and mood, immediately wishing she had never told Bash about what Tomas did to her "I don’t need a lecture Sebastian, he would have killed me, trust me! I have seen man out of control and angry before, but I have never seen someone turning into blind rage that quickly. Since I am not of state interest I saw no reason in felling your father….and I am not a fool so I knew what I was risking!" She crossed her arms, a drunk pout appearing on her face before she smirked at Bash again "Now you have ruined the mood Sebastian, that wasnt nice!" She teased laughing hoping they would just get past the theme of Tomas
"I know that you are not a fool Kenna, what I meant-" He stopped himself from keep talking about it. It would all be resolved tomorrow anyhow. As she pouted, he smiled at her apologetically. "I know. I am sorry." Sebastian said with a smile. "Alright, we can fix this…Let’s just keep on drinking and everything will be just like it was before we spoke of Tomas." He suggested and grinned at her. It had not been his intention to ruin the mood, but he also couldn’t help but worry and care for her. "In fact I have the perfect way to make it up to you," he beamed at her as the idea crossed his mind. "Let’s go to the wine cellar, shall we? Plenty of fine wine to get drunk to there."
"I don’t think I’m included much in any royal activity here but I think the art room sounds interesting." Adelina smiled. She had not yet been shown where the art room or the castle library where, but she was excited to see them all. "I have never actually been in any taverns…" Adelina said quietly. Ever since she was a young child her father had drummed it into her of what places she was not supposed to be seen in.
Sebastian was not surprised at her confession that she had never been to a tavern or inn. It was only natural for a young girl whom held such a title to be kept away and even be forbidden of visiting such places. Most of the time they were not the best places -thugs, thieves, and all sorts of bad people hang out there- but there where also taverns that royals could visit without fearing for their reputation or even their life. “There is a first time for everything. If you so wish I would happily accompany you to one.” He said with a smile. “But in the meantime, we should probably head back. I am sure your guardian is already looking for you.”
While trying to locate Bash, Nostradamus instead felt the ever growing sense that they were not alone in these woods. A dreadful rush of cold air made the seer have an uneasy feeling in his gut. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness, Nostradamus could see faint figures in the distance seeming to gather in the shadows around the forest. He fell silent and still, hoping his presence would go undetected by the Pagans. Half of him wanted to call out for Sebastian, but that could easily get him killed. But, he also determined that staying in one spot is also dangerous, and Nostradamus began moving towards the horses when one of the figures emerged from the shadows in front of him. The man was hooded and huge and made the seer stop dead in his tracks. Cautiously, Nostradamus reached for his dagger on his belt, but, before he could, another Pagan caught him from behind. He soon had a knife to his throat and was commanded to not move or reach for the dagger or else risk his throat being slit. Nostradamus had gotten out of many dangerous situations, and hoped the vagrants of the woods would be reasonable. Maybe he could prophecy for them, in order to regain his freedom. Although, he had a feeling otherwise. That their bloodlust was of greater value than his fortune telling.
During the passing moments, Nostradamus figured Bash had escaped and he was on his own. The shadows argued with each other in their own tongue, obviously about what to do with him . He listened to the dialect, some of which he could recognize from his studies. The dagger against his throat became ever tighter as his captor was getting frustrated.
He had almost arrived at where they had left the horses when he heard voices in the dialect that the Pagans used. Instantly he feared that Nostradamus had gotten there before him, the Pagans had captured him and they were most probably going to use him as an offering to their bloodthirsty God. Being as quiet as he possibly could, Sebastian moved closer, crouched down and peaked through the trees and fallen branches. One of them was holding Nostradamus. At least he was still alive, so they had a solid chance at making out of there alive. He cursed under his breath and thought of his options; he obviously couldn’t attack them, seeing as they would kill Nostradamus before he could even try to rescue him. What he could do, however, was approach them in a different manner and try to either close enough to free the seer, or he would have to pretend to being one of them so they would let them both go.
Sighing softly, he got back up and stood in his full height, trying to appear as casual and confident as possible. He walked out so that they could see him and took a few steps before stopping at a non-threatening distance. ”I demand that you let go of this man, right now.” He said in an authoritative tone, one that he didn’t know he could manage up until now. The plan was simple and it would hopefully work, otherwise he would have to explain to Catherine how Nostradamus had been captured and killed by the Pagans. Oh, stop being dramatic, he thought to himself and tighten his jaw.
"Oui. I’m Symonne. You know of me?"Symonne smiled at the man’s unexpected kindness and with a nod she took his invitation. "Merci, Monsieur. I’d be most grateful for that." she spoke, shifting he basket to her other arm. "Do you not mind the weather, Monsieur?" She later asked. She had noticed him wearing fancy clothes, or at least compared to her. She felt like she should know him, but she couldn’t wrap her finger around it.
"Of course I do." He replied casually with a smile. Despite the fact that Charles was his half-brother he cared deeply about him, therefore he was all caught up with the people who took care of him. As in his childminder, his Governess, and the servants that were assigned to attend to his needs. Bash walked closer to her as she accepted the offer and walked beside her. "Not really. I find it to be rather…peaceful and beautiful." He replied in a matter-of-fact tone, smiling at her. After a few moments he stopped walking and got on the horse.
"This way we will get to the castle much faster. Besides we don’t want you to catch a cold, do we?" He said as he extended his hand to her in order to help her up.
Symonne looked up the moment someone addressed her, looking through the darkness of night and the falling of the water upon her face to eventually make shape of a young and handsome man. To her own regret, she did not yet recognize or even know the man before her. “I was supposed to be picked up and brought back to the castle. I’m the childminder of the dauphin. The queen will not like the fact I’m not there..”
When the woman spoke, explaining who she was, her identity was quickly revealed. “Then you must be Symonne.” He said as he approached her enough that he could see her face and confirm that she was indeed Charles’ childminder. He had simply seen Symonne around at the castle, as she had been working there for sometime thus he was aware of her current position. “Perhaps you would like me to accompany you back at the castle?” He inquired. Though by accompanying he mostly meant that they would ride back at the castle, however he felt that this was pretty much obvious so it went unsaid.
"I doubt that you would ever let any lady get hurt." She smiled a little as she looked away to see the scenery. France really was quite beautiful and it did sometimes remind her of home. Adelina turned back to face Sebastain, and smiled even more so at his own smile. It was the kind of smile that brought comfort to others, a smile that made you forget about worries for which Adelina was thankful that she was looking at his smile. "What else is there to do in court then Sbrastain?" Adelina asked with a wide grin on her face.
Even though he didn’t reply, Adelina was right; he could never do that to any lady, even if she deserved it. This was not how Diane had taught him. “Well, I can’t tell you what royals do, because I rarely see any of them doing something that could be considered fun, but there are quite a few things to do and places to go depending on your interests.” He started his response to her question. “You can visit the castle’s library or the art room. You can go to the tavern as well. Most prefer just spending time by the lake or a walk at the gardens.” Of course he could go on for hours about everything you could do away from the castle, but he didn’t think that Adelina would ever be allowed to visit any of the places that weren’t meant for royals and noble borns.
Symonne had been waiting for the royal carriage to pick her up and bring her back to the castle for over an hour. The rain that had come down from the sky already having completely soaked her dress that now clung heavily and cold against her skin. Carrying a basket in her arm with fabrics she tried to shield as best as possible.
Beauty didn’t seem to be pleased that Bash had left her out in the rain. He noticed that as soon as he walked out of his cousin’s house. Instead of mounting her right away, he took hold of her reins and walked with her for a while. Unlike her, Sebastian didn’t mind the rain that much. As they were walking he spotted a girl standing in the rain and couldn’t help but wonder if she needed any help. So he cautiously approached her, not wanting to scare her away. “Are you alright, miss? Do you need any help?”