Tu Es Ma Lumière

43 - Harm *Modern*

(This is gonna be a two parter, ladies and gentlemen!)

The Dauphine of France gasped in horror as her husbands' families enemy roughly grabbed at her hair. Louis de Bourbon twisted the long, black locks of hair and jerked it backwards. He ignored the horrified gasps and protests as he roughly pulled her hair to jam the gun in his other hand against her jaw.

"If any of you try and touch me, I'll blow her fucking brains out, you hear me?!" Louis yelled at the multiple people he had trapped.

"No, no, Louis what are you doing?!" Madeline de Bourbon cried out, pressing her hands against the girls' half brother in laws chest, her hands already covered in blood from his gunshot wound in the brief scuffle they had had for the gun Louis held in his hand. "This was not the plan!" she cried out, pushing harder against Sebastian's chest as he continued to wheeze limply, unable to do anything else but watch as his brother's wife was ripped and torn at.

"I don't give a fuck, Maddie!" he snapped, jerking Mary around like a little rag doll. The pregnant Dauphine of France gasped in horror, pressing her hand to her growing bump, trying to stay calm for nothing but the baby inside of her. "The plan's gone to shit, okay! This-this is the only way to get us out of here, alive!" he snapped. "They-they killed Antoine! They killed Marcus! It's time for us to take something from the fucking Valois!" he practically spat out the name.

"This isn't the way, Louis, please!" Madeline begged her brother. "Look at him! You will bring way if you kill the future King's brother." she pleaded. "And the eternal wrath of the future of France if you harm the Dauphine or her unborn baby! Just let her go, put the gun down, and we can think of something else, okay?"

"No, Maddie! You think that plan's gonna work now? This is the only way to make sure that I make it through this!" he snapped, giving another yank onto the young Dauphine's hair. She gasped, one hand around his wrist, the other firmly pressed against her bump. Madeline gasped at her brother, her head shaking from side to side, brown hair swirling around her shoulders with the action. Louis glared at the phone that he had thrown away, before back at his sister. "We're leaving. You're either with me or with them, Madeline. Take your pick." he snapped. Mary gulped audibly.

"Please, Louis. My baby." she cried. "Please don't hurt my baby."

"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed. Mary jumped, wincing as he screamed directly into her ear. Madeline shook her head again.

"I can't." she whispered. "Louis, you're not well. Ever since Lizzie died, you're-" she was cut off.

"You think Elizabeth's death did this to me?!" he yelled out. "You really don't know me at all, do you, sister?" he asked. Mary inhaled sharply as he roughly jerked her body towards the doors. "Goodbye, Madeline." he said.

"No! No!" Lola cried out, trying to hold onto Kenna's wrist as the young Baroness de Portiers pushed through the cooped up crowd and made it to the front. "Kenna, you can't!" the wife of army general Bayard tried, but she was ignored.

"Louis, stop this." Kenna calmly said, casting a look in Mary's direction. Mary stared at her friend, cousin and lady in waiting. The woman was pregnant! What was she doing?! "I know you blame me for Antoine's death, for what our brief relationship cost you and your family." she paused again. "But taking her isn't going to solve anything, okay? Mary-Mary's carrying the future King of France inside of her. Harming her or harming the baby won't do a bit of good, yeah? You want the hatred between the Valois and Bourbon to end, yes? Then let it end."

"It can't end!" he snapped, his hands trembling now. "It only ends with our victory!"

"We aren't in the middle ages, Louis. It doesn't matter, wins or losses. They don't matter anymore. They have no part in this conflict. No, they don't-" she insisted as Louis opened his mouth to say otherwise. "Mary and I are British nobility, not French. We have no part in this stalemate. And that baby inside of her is just an unborn baby like any other. It's innocent, blameless. Don't let it suffer because of something he can't help, his parentage." Kenna begged. "Let her go, Louis. Please." she tried.