Queen of Hungary

He smiled, softly. “I have a tendency to disappear…and it is a grant castle…” he joked, only lightly for he did not wish for her to think that he does not take the situation in her home country seriously; it was not his home and he had no blood ties, but he felt obligated to them, for they had accepted him right away, welcomed him in their court and throne as their King and ruler, they never once doubted him because of what he was, a bastard son, but rather judged his abilities as a King.

“Let you go back alone?” His eyes widened slightly, eyebrows drawing in together. It was too risky, he knew that, and even if the love he held for her was not romantic, he cared about her and her well-being. “Surely, you understand the risks…” He mused, sat down and allowed his gaze to drift over the bushes of flowers, the fountain that had long ago frozen.

She bit her lip and could only look to him. Did he make her out to be a fool? Did he not think she heard the gossip of her maids and her own ladies? She was more than offended he thought her to be that ill educated. She just let out a rather annoyed sigh and closed her eyes. Country before all, she reminded herself. And her country needed her now. She would more than rise to the occasion.

It leaves him confused and somewhat dazed as to what is he supposed to do about what happened; he reread the letters in his hands, trying to understand the cause of the blood spilled, the reasons behind such a savage crime. They arose many questions, however;  have the responsible ones been captured and await to be judged, dealt with properly for the families of those mourning their lost ones to find some form of justice, peace? Was it, clearly, a matter of religion? For Hungary is mainly a country that is Catholic, like France and often times fanatics of the religion take it upon them to cut down those who do not share their faith. Her words distracted him and he looked at her, a slight frown adorned his features.

“But I was never lost, Dorothea…” he told her, his voice softer now, his stance less stiff. He sighed. “Those people are dead, and whatever family of theirs remain surely will demand justice for their lives. We must do something.” But what exactly, he does not know. For he is French and he cannot bring himself to even think he will need to leave his country, even if it is his duty and he is very much well aware of this.

“But you left lost to me,” she whispered before she could stop herself or even think of what weight her words held. She was a Queen and he was her King but that did not mean anything. She knew he did not housed feelings for her and he more than likely did not start to have feelings for her. “I-I never know where to find you and I-” she just stopped and shook her head.

His eyes remain on her and he frowns a little. He takes the letter from her hands and opens it, reluctantly. His eyes scan the lines on the paper, informing the King and Queen about a massacre, but to her respectful country, but in Hungary. There is a faint sigh that leaves his lips, a weight on his shoulder. For he is responsible for people that are not his own, people that should look at him as a King. 

“Why are we only being informed of this now?” he inquires, slightly annoyed with those that have been left back, in charge of their Kingdom. For such a matter is of importance, crucial, and they should have heard of it immediately, without any delay. A war breaking out back at Hungary is the least they need right now; the least he needs to worry about when his own country is still a mess.

“I do not know Sebastian,” she whispered, still for some reason unable to call him Bash as everyone else did. Maybe it was the feeling of knowing they would never love each other so why try? She only did what she needed to keep Hungary alive and soon she knew the people in government would like an heir from them. She just bit her lip and kept her eyes on the letter before she looked up to her husband. “How do you think.. their loved ones? I can’t imagine how they must feel. I knew how I felt when it was you and I couldn’t find you.”

She blinked surprised at her own words, a blush coming to her cheeks. She again kept her eyes on the letters, housing the most important news they had gotten since being crowned King and Queen.

“Well, where have you looked, your majesty?” Emone said, setting aside her sewing. The royal socks would have to wait for their repairs. “He can’t have gone far.”

“Everywhere within the castle,” she said and sighed, rubbing her head with her head. “I don’t understand how one person is so hard to find.”