This was a request, someone asked really nicely so instead of delaying it due to my heavy workload, I've decided to write it and get it out before I lose the inspiration, haha. Thanks again for the request!

Might make this a longer thing, we'll see.


"What a day," Bash sighed as he got into his and Kenna's bed and shifted so he could bring her into his arms. He closed his eyes when her warmth met his and inhaled her scent deeply, the faint smell of lavender and lemon from the bath she took.

He was grateful. His wife was alive. His brother was alive. Everyone important to him made it through the plague but a shiver went down his spine at the cold reminder that not everyone he was fond of made it out alive.

"I want him buried in a marked grave," Kenna finally spoke up, digging her face into his chest. "I want him to know that he was loved."

"As you wish," Bash said, lifting her chin so their eyes met. "I'm sorry."

Kenna's eyes sparkled with tears and she smiled it off before resting her head back in the crook of his neck. "He was special."

"He was," Bash agreed quietly.

"Even though he... he believed in the gods. I think he was starting to become Catholic, it would have been safer for him should he have lived," she continued. "And we would have found somewhere else to live and raise him. He'd learn how to ride a horse and perhaps fight to defend himself..."

Bash shifted uncomfortably in her grip and he mentally cursed when she froze. "There's something I need to tell you."

"I think I know," she whispered, gripping onto his side. She met his eyes and furrowed her brows. "You know too much about paganism. And the secret conspiracies with Nostradamus and this Darkness. Even when Pascal was saying a harmless rhyme-"

"It wasn't harmless," he gritted out before softening up.

"You were scared of a boy, Bash," she replied.

He averted his gaze. "I wasn't scared of Pascal, Kenna. I knew the implications of his religious beliefs - our beliefs..."

Kenna winced. "You're pagan," she stated.

"I have pagan ties, yes but I am Catholic in the sense that my father's Catholic," he replied quickly. "You see, my mother, she is pagan and it's in my blood."

Kenna blinked once and turned away. "So, if we were to have children, they would have pagan blood too?" She asked fearfully. "Bash-"

"They would be Catholic. You are Catholic, I am Catholic-"

"But if someone finds out-"

"No one will. They haven't now, have they?" He cut her off, cupping her cheek. "You have nothing to be fearful of."

She swallowed hard, her mind swirling with all this new information about her husband. They were always learning something new about the other and sometimes it was good and sometimes it was bad, like now. She didn't know if she'd rather like being oblivious but she could not not question her husband's deep knowledge of the Bloodwood, the Darkness and paganism. It all made sense.

"Are you certain we have nothing to be afraid of?"

"I wouldn't risk your life," was his reply which made her heart almost burst with joy and relief. "I love you, Kenna. I would never willingly put harm towards your way. My job is to protect you from it."

Kenna pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. "And my job is to protect you," she replied. "I hope you do not need my confirmation that I will not tell anyone about this."

"I know," he replied, smiling as he kissed her softly.

"I love you too," she said, smiling back. "You must tell me everything, Bash. You asked to see my heart, I beg to see yours in return."

Bash looked down and she lifted his chin back up so their eyes met. "I..."

"Bash," she said warningly, her eyes flashing dangerously and it took all of him to not laugh at that. "I know you're thinking about laughing and don't you dare."

A chuckle escaped his lips. "I wasn't planning on it, my darling wife," he replied and she rolled her eyes. "Kenna, there must be some things that you shouldn't... well, you shouldn't know."

"Like what?"

"Now, ah, that would be telling," he said. "And you'd know."

She didn't know whether to laugh or to hit him. So she did both.

"Kenna!"

"You're impossible," she said, crossing her arms as she brushed him off of her. "Bash, I want there to be no secrets between us. I deserve transparency just as much as you!"

Bash sighed heavily, slipping her hair behind her ear as she glared down at her lap. "Alright. I will try and be honest in every way possible. But sometimes, I might need to keep things from you for the greater good."

She warily eyed him. "Everything, Bash. Or I will withhold sex for a month."

"You couldn't possibly survive-"

"I have hands," she cut him off with a smirk. "And a very vivid imagination. Might share some of that with a stablehand-" She yelped when he pinned her down onto their bed, his eyes growing darker.

"You'd what, wife?"

Kenna smirked. "Honesty or the stablehand who knows his way around your horse will have a go with me."

Her husband shook his head in disbelief. "You're impossible," he breathed out.

"See what I have to deal with when it comes to you?" She retorted and he snorted of all things.

"Right, I will tell you everything, including things that if you know, would get you killed," he finally relented as her eyes widened.

"B-Bash!"

"What?" He asked innocently. "I did warn you, but if you want to know incriminating bits of information that could make you privy to an 'accident', I'd be happy to tell you. For starters, one of the lords at Court-"

She clamped her hand over his mouth. "You know things that could get you killed?"

Removing her hand from his mouth, he smiled. "Of course, I do," he replied before leaning down and kissing her. "And now, if I die, you'd die right beside me. What a pair we would make then."

Kenna rolled her eyes and turned away from him, feeling his lips trail down her neck and chest. "Very well, you may keep some things to yourself. And if you die... Well, I'd finally become a spirited widow."

"Would you remarry?" Her husband asked, undoing the buttons of her nightdress.

She met his eyes. "Maybe."

"Huh," he replied, sliding her dress off her shoulders and pulling the dress down. "Shame."

"Why?"

"Because I'd hope by then that you'd have my child so they'd be turned away from you," he replied before pressing a kiss over her stomach.

Kenna's heart leapt. "Y-You want children?"

Bash came back up and nodded slightly. "I think I do. Having a ward really puts things into perspective. And well, I came across one of his boots and I imagined a son wearing them and following me out for riding."

Kenna cupped his cheeks and smiled. "You wouldn't be opposed to trying?"

"Not at all," he replied. "Only if you-"

"Of course, I do," she said tearfully. "But..."

"Kenna? What is it?" Bash asked, wiping her tears.

She looked away. "I'm already lonely when you're gone, I'd be more lonely with a child in my arms," she replied quietly. "And now knowing that you've got pagan blood, I'd be fearful that whatever that entails will take you away from me and our child. It's better if I suffer the grief of your loss alone, but I cannot for the life of me bear it for two."

Bash sighed heavily and drew a cross across her bare chest, just above her heart. "You and I have a bond that no one can break now. I promise to always come home to you and if," he placed a hand on her tummy, "we are blessed with a child, I'd do everything in my power to be there to watch them grow too. I found my happiness in you, Kenna, I won't jeopardise that." He rested his forehead against hers. "You're my light in the darkness."

Kenna blinked up at him in awe, biting her bottom lip happily. "I believe you," she whispered, smiling before their lips met with a kiss. "Now, hurry up and put a baby in me before I do it myself."


Hope you enjoyed that! Might continue this into a little series, we'll see.