So, a new story! Yayyyyyyyy!

Yes, this will be another Anne/Aramis romance story. As you probably have already realized, I love the pairing, and will, most likely, never stop writing about it. But, I have decided, that after this story, I will try to refrain from writing romance, and will try and write something about, maybe, our favorite four Musketeers.

So, for now, enjoy! I hope you like this first chapter of a brand new work of fiction. Please, don't forget to read and review!


As Anne began to wake, she felt familiar, strong, and secure arms wrapped around her. Aramis, she thought, a smile forming on her face.

Two weeks had passed since King Louis had left this Earth and since Grimaud had been defeated. And even though Anne was missing the late King, she felt that she was much happier with her lover at her side. Louis did not love her, anyway. Not as he did...

"Good morning, Anne."

His soft voice ripped the Queen out of her thoughts. She looked up to find Aramis looking down at her, his eyes bright and happy. He kissed her gently, smiling against her mouth.

Anne giggled, twisting her body around to face him. "Good morning," she replied, cupping his face, running her finger over the scar he had received on his cheek while protecting her from that madman who thought he was the King a couple of months earlier. She still could never stop thinking of how he had gotten that mark while trying to save her life.

"I hope you slept well," the man said, pulling away from her.

Anne scoffed. "Very well."

Aramis' sighed, his eyes suddenly falling out of focus. He let himself fall on his back and groaned. "I completely forgot, we have a meeting with the council today. We're supposed to read through the King's will, aren't we not?" he said. "I had thought that we could spend the morning together."

The Queen took a deep breath, and then placed her head on his chest, taking his hand. "I wish we did not have to … but it is our duty now."

He nodded, resting his chin on top of her head. He watched as Anne traced random patterns on his bare chest, her fingers lingering here and there to feel one of his other scars. "Sometimes I wish I would never have to leave this bed," he said, throwing his head back against his pillow.

"Me as well," Anne agreed. "But … duty does call. Although, I am sure that we can be late by a couple of minutes."

Aramis chuckled then, picking her chin up with his finger and gingerly placing his lips on her own. "I'm sure you're right," he murmured. "I doubt it would cause any problems."


They were late by only a few minutes, and no one asked why. They began right away, sorting through all of the late King's documents, as well as his will. Louis had given everything to his 'son,' anything and everything he could wear, read, or learn in the future. And since everything went to him, Anne barely got a thing. It sickened Aramis, and it took all of his control not to curse the King outloud.

They had been rather silent while the councilmen were looking through his will, when one of them suddenly exclaimed, "Dear God!"

"What?" asked Anne. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

The startled councilman looked up at Aramis, his eyes growing cold. "The King specifically said that he does not want you near the Queen … or the Dauphin."

The First Minister stood, his body immediately tensing. Anne realized that the Musketeer he once was was definitely still in him. "I am sure you are mistaken," he said calmly. "This is all-"

"This would not be a misunderstanding if it were in the King's will." The councilman made a cross and looked towards the ceiling. "I am sorry, Minister, but we will have to do as he wished … Guards!"

Suddenly, men came rushing in, holding muskets and swords.

"No!" Aramis yelled as they surrounded him. One of them grabbed his arms and pulled back; Aramis felt chains wrapping around his wrists. "You can't! Let me go, damn you!"

"Aramis … no!"

He stopped moving the minute he heard Anne's voice. He looked at her, throwing his head back to get his, now, sweat-dampened hair out of his face.

Anne's eyes fell on the councilmen, who were clearly terrified of the man that was once a Musketeer. "Whatever this is, it is most definitely a mistake," she said, somehow keeping her voice steady. "The minute I do discover the truth, I will clear his name, and you will make no move to stop me. For now, take him. But if I even find a scratch on him when I get him out, it will be you who are punished. Understood?"

All the men nodded, keeping their eyes away from Aramis, who was panting heavily, his eyes wide. He watched as his lover walked over to him, and smiled knowingly. "I promise, I will get you out as soon as I can. Alright?"

He slowly hung his head, admitting defeat. He felt himself being led away, and then in what felt like hours, he hit hard ground. He slid against a wall … a wall of what he presumed was the Bastille. As he forced himself to sit up, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Come on, Anne," he whispered. "Just please, get me out of here."


The minute Anne got out of the meeting room, she ran to her room and changed…

… and then she jumped on a horse and started making her way to the only place she could think of: the garrison.

"Constance!" she cried, searching frantically for one of her most loyal followers. She barely even paid attention to when Musketeers took off their hats and bowed to her. "Constance, I need you!"

"I'm here, Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Anne turned around and sighed with relief when she finally saw Constance. "Where is d'Artagnan?" she asked. "I need the both of you."

The other woman walked up to her, taking her hands. "Come with me, Anne," she said reassuringly.

She quickly led him to what used to be Treville's quarters. There, she found d'Artagnan, who was reading something at his desk.

"Your Highness!" he exclaimed. When seeing her expression, he asked, "What is it? What happened?"

"It is Aramis," Anne explained, her voice trembling. "In his will, the King wrote that he did not want Aramis near me or our son. He's been taken to the Bastille. I told him that I would find the truth, but I am afraid that there is nothing I will be able to do." She paused, taking a deep and collective breath. "I need your help to help free him. If we don't … Aramis will be forced to live the rest of his life in prison. And I cannot live without him. So please … I beg of you, help me free him."

When she turned around, she saw that Constance was crying silently. As she looked back to d'Artagnan, she watched him nod. His eyes fell on her and he smiled. "I will do everything in my power to get him out," he finally said. "So will Constance. After all, he is one of my best friends."

Anne let out a breath. "God go with you, d'Artagnan," she said. "Your kindness will be greatly rewarded."

Constance shook her head. "The only reward we need is to see Aramis back at the palace, safe and sound. Nothing else."