D'Artagnan was holding his newborn son in his hands. Both, the, still, no named baby and Constance, were fine.
He could already imagine his son growing up into a strong man, with his father a side who's going to teach him swordplay. Of course, when the time comes, he'll have to merit his place for the Garrison. Just like his father did a long time ago.
D'Artagnan, suddenly, remembered his meeting with his friends – Athos, Aramis and Porthos. He remembered their adventures. He missed them – just like he missed the old times when the four of he Musketeers were "All for one and one for all". It's been five years since he saw them all together.
He didn't see Athos from the day he left the Garrison. However, he heard that he's a proud father of a girl. He also heard that his path crossed again with Milady de Winter's. But he never get the confirmation of that rumor. As well as he never found out how did Sylvie reacted on a news that Athos was already married. D'Artagnan assumed that he'll never find out.
Porthos was all over France. One day, two years, ago, his road took Porthos again to Paris and to the his old Garrison. D'Artagnan awaited him with wide open hands. They were talking about the times when they were famous. He saw Athos only once but from the far so he didn't know anything about him either. Although he was married and he loved his wife and daughter so much, he liked to gamble as well. But he was trying not to lose too much. Sometimes he would succeed, sometimes not. But, what was matter, that there wasn't a soldier who was that good in a battle like he.
The only person whom D'Artagnan was still in touch was Aramis. He was now living in a palace and he was able to take care about his son. Also, he was visiting D'Artagnan and Constance at least once in month at the Garrison. Although Aramis didn't tell nothing, D'Artagnan knew his friend too well so he knew that hi smile was revealing that he and queen Anne were back together. But, of course, he wasn't talking about that. The only person who knew, besides of him, was his wife Constance but, apparently, she came to the same conclusion watching Aramis. Aramis gladly accepted D'Artgnan's proposition to be a Godfather to his and Constance's baby.
Now, after baby arrived, the only thing was to give him a name. It must be some strong name. D'Artagnan was looking at the Garrison trough the window of the living room. He was remembering everything beautiful he survived there: His friends. Constance –whom he loved the most and without whom he'd be lost. Then he remembered the teacher who make him who he was right now and who gave his life to save the future king of France.
And, just like that, he knew the perfect name for his and Constance's son – Treville.