HOLY CRAP GUYS I AM FINALLY BACK AGAIN! It's been a looooong while, hasn't it. Well, I decided to return. I'm rewatching The Musketeers right now, and have actually gotten a bit of my muse back.

Unfortunately, I am discontinuing my other story, War, because I completely don't know what else to write for it. That fic was actually one of my best, and I'm rather upset for not being able to finish it. I'm sure you guys will understand.

I will try my best to update as much as I can, even though I probably won't have a lot of time. Still, I will try.

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-M


Chapter 21: Save

The one and only thing he could think of was to protect her. He needed to keep her safe, no matter what it cost him. As long as she was alright, he did not care as to what would happen to him.

So as bullets flew over them, he hunched over the love of his life and ran towards the window, thankful that they were only on the second flood. Just like on the night of the fire*, he curled into her, cradling her head as he slid onto the rough ground. He kept as still as he possibly could as the gunshots continued, feeling her trembling in his arms. Aramis tenderly kissed the top of Anne's head, whispering kind and assuring words into his ear. "Everything's alright, Anne. The guards will take care of them soon enough. We're perfectly fine."

Within a few minutes - but to Anne it felt like hours - silence fell over them. Slowly, the two of them stood up, holding onto one another as the Queen clung onto her protector, the awful tremors getting the best of her.

"Hey, look at me," Aramis said softly, pressing his lips to her temple. "We're safe, we're fine." He smiled, hoping to have comforted her. "I've got you."

"You never cease to keep me safe," Anne joked, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you, Aramis…"

"Your Majesty!"

At the sound of a soldier's voice, the couple separated, silently cursing at the now broken moment.

"Your Majesty, are you harmed?" the man asked, scanning the both of them for any wounds. He stopped on Aramis, pure concern in his eyes, That part was just a bit surprising, especially coming from someone that served the Palace. "And you, First Minister? Are you harmed at all?"

"Only a few scratches and bruises," Aramis replied truthfully. "Nothing major. Were the attackers taken care of?"

Soon enough, the Palace doctor arrived, taking the retired Musketeer into his and his lover's room - only he didn't know that they shared it - and asked him to remove his shirts so he could take a closer look at the damage done. He quickly decided that some of the rather deep scratches on mainly his left arm, as well as the bullet graze across his shoulder would need stitches.

While the medic worked, Anne watched with wide eyes, hugging herself for comfort. Even though she had been in similar situations countless times before, all of which Aramis had saved her from. But no matter how many times these things seemed to keep happening, she knew that she would never get used to it. She would never be able to stomach watching how her lover got hurt to keep her safe. She only wished that she could repay him somehow, but understood that he would never want anything in return. He would always continue doing everything he could just for her.

After everything was sorted out, the Queen and the Minister retreated back to their chamber, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in each other's embrace.

Aramis collapsed on their soft bed, letting out a groan. "What a day," he joked, waiting for Anne to join him. Right when she did, he pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her slim form. "Are you alright, Anne?" he asked, nuzzling his nose against her own. "You seem to have been rather shaken up earlier. Did I frighten you?" A smirk graced his lips, and he leaned in to kiss her. "What's the matter?"

The woman simply shook her head, smiling weakly as she cupped his scarred face in her hands. "Nothing, Aramis," she replied, kissing him with desire. "Nothing at all."

The End


*Look back to Chapter 18, if you haven't already.