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Prolouge:

"Where is she?!" he yelled, struggling against his chains. "Where is the Queen?!"

"Come now, Aramis," his captor said, smiling. "You should know that you will never see her again."

"I'm going to kill you!" Aramis roared. "Tell where she is, damn you!"

Rochefort's brother smiled wider. "You will never see your lover again, Aramis," he said. "I will make sure of it."

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Chapter 1:

"I have terrible news," King Louis announced when everyone, including the Musketeers made it to the Throne Room. "The Queen … had been kidnapped."

Gasps erupted.

Aramis' eyes widened. The Queen - Anne? Kidnapped? He took a small step back, running a, now, shaking hand through his hair.

Right at that time, a courier burst through the doors. "I have a message for the King!" he exclaimed, bowing. He gave the letter to His Highness, who read it as fast he possibly could.

"It says here," he began. "That the Queen's kidnapper, who, for now, is unknown, wants to meet the Musketeers, Aramis, d'Artagnan, Porthos, and Athos at the garrison in one hour." He looked at them. "I expect you to find this man, bring the Queen back, and then kill this monster. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty" Athos was quick to say.

They each bowed, and then took their leave, Aramis the first one to run out the doors and leave the Palace.

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They arrived at the garrison with ten minutes to spare. Aramis began to pace the second he got off of his horse.

"Aramis, calm down," Porthos finally said when he couldn't stand to watch his friend pace like that anymore. "Everything will be just fine."

"Porthos, the Queen has been kidnapped," Aramis replied, his voice tight and strained. "And somehow, I have a great feeling that it is my fault … so of course I'm pacing. And I can't calm down either."

"And you have great reason not to be," an unfamiliar, cold voice said.

Aramis spun around, his eyes falling on a man dressed in all black. He watched as the stranger took of his hood, revealing a face that was familiar to everyone.

"Who are you?" Athos asked.

"I … am Philip de Rochefort," the man said. "I am the brother of the man you brutally killed."

Aramis gasped quietly, his eyes widening. "And you kidnapped the Queen for revenge?" he asked, rage taking hold of him when Philip nodded. "Where is she?!" he yelled suddenly. Porthos had to hold him back as he tried to lunge at his new enemy.

"Not just yet, Monsieur Aramis," Philip said. "I have a proposal."

Athos nodded his approval for his friend when seeing that Aramis was completely frozen in place.

"Aramis comes with me, and the Queen will be released from my custody," Philip began. "If you don't willingly surrender, I will take you by force, and will make you watch as I kill your lover … slowly and painfully."
"You touch even a strand of hair from her head, and I swear I will-"

Philip cut Aramis off with a cold laugh. "So do you accept this deal?" he asked, his eyes darkening.

"Aramis, think before you do anything," d'Artagnan said quietly. "Please."

The man turned around to face his young friend, and gifted him with a small, warm smile. "I will be alright, d'Artagnan," he said.

"Mis…," Porthos started, confused as to what was about to happen. He prayed it wasn't what he thought it was …

"I accept your offer!" Aramis finally said, turning around.

"Wonderful!" Philip exclaimed, clapping his hands. "You will now follow me, and when we get to our next location, we will let your lover go."

"Mis, no," Porthos tried to say, but it was too late.

Aramis walked towards Philip, head down, fists clenched. He heard someone snap their fingers, but think it was at all important. What was important … was the Queen.

And the the next thing he knew, something hard slammed into the back of his head. He heard screams and the sounds of fighting before he fell into complete darkness.

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"Aramis!" someone was saying. She sounded familiar.

Slowly, the Musketeer opened his tired eyes, and saw Anne sitting in front of him, clearly worried.

"Anne!" he exclaimed, about to come closer to her, but was held back by strong chains. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He shook his head in frustration. "He was supposed to let you go…"

The placed her hand on his arm and shook her head. "I'm okay," she said, pausing for a moment before asking, "Who did this?"

Aramis sighed and started looking around their cell. It was a large room made of rock, the ground dirt. The set of chains holding Aramis were on one side of the room, not even letting him stand. There was another set of the same type of chains on the opposite side of them. A door was in between the offending objects.

"Rochefort's brother," he finally said, when learning everything he could about their surroundings. He threw his head back against the door.

Anne gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Hey, I will get you out," Aramis assured. "U will get you out if it's the last thing I do."

The Queen nodded in understanding. She crawled over to him; thankfully she wasn't chained, she thought. She reached behind Aramis' head, his blood staining her fingers. "Oh my God, Aramis!" she said. "You're injured!"

The man grabbed her hand and squeezed gently. "I'm alright," he said. "This nothing by a scratch."

Anne frowned, but didn't say anything. Instead, she scrambled into his arms, her head falling against his strong chest. She felt him hug her, his hand running through her, now, dirty hair.

"Does he know?" she suddenly asked.

Aramis looked down at her and nodded. "Yes, he does. He wants revenge … for what we did to Rochefort…" He paused. "This is all my doing. I should have made sure we were completely safe-"

All of a sudden, the door opened …

… and Philip de Rochefort walked in, a bright smile on his face. His weapon's belt was full of cruel looking instruments. Aramis could barely stand to look at them all. He shivered slightly.

Aramis pushed Anne behind him out of instinct, not letting go of her small shaking hand.

"What do you want?" he asked coolly.

Philip didn't reply … suddenly reached out and pulling Anne from Aramis' hold.

"Don't you dare touch her!" he screamed. "I swear, I will kill you if you even-"

"Empty threats, my friend!" Philip exclaimed, smiling.

He pulled out a gun from his weapon's belt, and pressed it to Anne's head.

The poor Queen was shaking, visibly terrified. Tears were streaming down her face.

Aramis hated to see her like this.