Bash flirted with many things, death was one he wasn't too fond of, but this wasn't the first time he found himself sleeping on this cot. He laid there bored out of his mind, family coming in and out, his father checking on his welfare through his servants. Luckily the handmaids were gossips and he knew about everything going on in the castle, he wished he could get out of this bed and stop everyone foolishness or try to.
He knew the offer was made to Mary, Lola let it slip, but he didn't say anything of it, he dared not to since he knew his own emotions for her would slip out as well and that was the last thing he needed to happen due to his brother rage of them kissing the one time. He closed his eyes, praying for sleep or someone to visit, his wound wouldn't be the death of him, boredom would be.