#reign bash x reader

I didn’t choose this lifestyle - though I’m quite sure most people never choose to lie to the person they love either. But this profession is all I’ve ever known.

Peaking my head around the corner of the stone wall I scanned for my next target that I had been ordered to take out by King Henry and my father the King of Scotland as well. You see I’m not simply the twin sister of Mary, I’m the family assassin if you will.

Quickly moving footsteps could be heard getting closer to me where I reached down, securing my lucky dagger I always kept hidden inside my boots. With my black cloak hood pulled up over my face I stepped out grasping the stranger by the back of their cloak. Yanking the figure back I pressed the blade to their neck, baring my teeth seeing a crumbled up scroll of paper in their hands. “I suggest you hand over that letter before I do something that costs you your life.”

I shoved him to the ground and spun toward the corridor. Footsteps thundered closer - too many, too fast. I slipped into the shadows, my cloak swallowing me whole as two guards rushed past. But one set of footsteps slowed then stopped and my heart skipped a beat.

I knew that stride. I knew that presence. I knew that voice before he even spoke.

“Why are you here?”

Bash.

I stayed hidden for half a breath, praying he would turn away. But he stepped into the moonlight, and I knew hiding was pointless. I stepped out from behind the pillar, hood still up, dagger still in hand.

He stared at me, at the cloak, the blade, the tension in my stance and confusion twisted into suspicion.

“Take off the hood.”

My fingers trembled as I lowered it. The cold windy air hitting the back of my neck as my fingers released their grip on the hood's fabric. My hair fell forward with me avoiding his gaze until the very end where I saw his eyes widen.

“God,” he whispered. “It’s you.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat felt tight, my pulse too loud when he looked down at the dagger in my hand again. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you’re not-”

“I can’t”

His breath left him in a sharp exhale. “So it’s true. All the nights you disappeared. The bruises. The secrets. You’ve been lying to me since the day we met.”

I stepped toward him, but he backed away. The movement cut deeper than any blade. “Bash, please-” I certainly didn’t want to lie to him but it wasn’t like I had much choice in the matter. My sister was raised to become Queen and I was raised to be a Royal assassin from the age ten.

“Who are you?” he demanded, stomping up to me causing me to stumble backwards until my back was pressed up against the brick wall behind me. “Because the woman I married doesn’t drag men into dark corridors with a dagger to their throat.”

“I’m the same woman,” I said, voice shaking. “I just… have a life you were never meant to see.”

“Why?” His voice cracked when the words left his lips. “Why hide this from me?”

“Because knowing puts you in danger,” I whispered with my grip faltering on the dagger. “Because if anyone found out what I am… what I’ve done….they would use you to get to me.”

He stared at me, chest rising too fast for my comfort. “What are you?”

“I am sworn to Scotland. And by marriage, to France. I protect both thrones. I always have. When someone goes against either throne, sends secret messages that could overthrow one or tries to kill a member of either royal family I’m the one who gets called. I’m an -”

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if steadying himself. “An assassin.”

“Yes.”

He turned away, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know whether to be furious or terrified.”

“I never wanted this life. But it’s the only one I’ve ever known. And I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Bash didn’t show his facial expressions too much. He usually only showed when he was happy or scared around the family members he trusted, which really only used to be his brother Francis until he met me. Now though when he turned back around to me all I saw across his face was pure hurt. “You think this makes me love you less?”

“You… still love me?” My mouth parted slightly, unsure if I heard him correctly or not.

“Of course I do,” He reached out, cupping my face gently. His thumb brushed my cheek, grounding me in a way nothing else ever had. “You think a hidden dagger and a few secrets could change that? I married you because I saw your strength, your fire, your loyalty. I just didn’t know how deep it ran.”

“I’m dangerous, Bash.” Tears slipped down my cheeks when his fingers touched my face. I drew back slightly afraid of him touching me now. We had never really shown physical touch to each other because I acted like I was so nervous about sleeping with him even though he’s my husband. Except now he knew what I was truly afraid of him discovering.

“So am I,” he murmured.

I let out a shaky laugh, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Maybe not,” he said with a faint smile, “but you have me anyway….You should have trusted me.”

“I was afraid.”

“I know.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “But listen to me - no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you’re sworn to… I still love you. That doesn’t change.”

“I love you too, Sebastian.” Without thinking I launched myself forward, flinging my arms around his neck and crashing my lips up onto his. Bash took a step back taken by surprise, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist. He pressed our bodies together letting the feeling of the kiss doing all the talking for us.

My breath trembled as I closed my eyes. For the first time in years, I let someone hold the weight I’d carried alone.

"Marriage. That's impossible. I'm a bastard no one wants to marry their daughter to me." Bash scowled at Mary who had just informed that he was to wed her sister Y/n that evening. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry you. He just believed he never deserved you. "Lisen, your father has made it of importance. So my sister will become your wife tonight whether we agree about it or not." She spoke walking off as you walked past her seeing your soon to be husband.

I grab Bash's arm pulling him back into his chambers shutting the door leaning against it. "Bash, be honest with me. Do you not want to marry me tonight?" I asked fidgeting with the fabric of my nightgown before I would have to get in my wedding dress. "That's not what I meant earlier when I said I was against marriage, Y/n." He spoke looking me in the eye dropping his shoulders. "I just - I don't someone like you deserves to be forced to marry a bastard." Stomping up to him I rest my hands on his face cutting him off short. "Is that what you really think, Sebastion. Because that's not true at all."

I am the only person he let's him call him by his full name saying that he doesn't like it. Bash rests his hands on my waist staring into my eyes confused. "You are more than enough for me. You are kinder and braver then any stuck up lord or prince ever will be. Your station doesn't matter to me. It's what is in your heart that I've fallen for." I declared leaning up on my toes kissing him shortly after he wrapped his arms around my waist kissing back. Draping my arms around his neck he pulled me closer deepening the kiss breaking for air. "I'm not so nervous of marrying you now, Y/n." Resting my forehead against him kissing him quickly again. "I've never been nervous to marry you, Bash."