Safe
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It was over.
Aramis sighed with relief as he dismounted. The stable-boy appeared and led his and Athos' horses away, back to the garrison's stables.
The King, the Queen and the Dauphin were safe and back at the palace. So were Constance and Marguerite. d'Artagnan hadn't left Constace's side until she was inside the palace gates; even then, he'd left with the utmost reluctance. Aramis hadn't been able to stop smiling when he'd seen d'Artagnan kiss Constance at the riverbank.
If only we'd been able to save everyone.
Aramis knew the screams of the murdered courtiers would haunt him for a long time. He wished heartily that he could have helped them.
I didn't even know their names.
He reached up to touch the back of his head. His injury had mostly dried, but there were still small shards of glass in his hair. Aramis was just brushing them out when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see who it was.
It was Porthos. He looked completely exhausted, but he was smiling. His warm brown eyes were filled with relief.
The next thing Aramis knew, his friend had pulled him into a fierce, tight hug.
"Thought you were dead," Porthos' voice was far too quiet.
"It takes more than a fall from a window to kill me," Aramis replied soothingly, patting Porthos on the back to reassure him.
"Good." Porthos drew back, keeping a hand on Aramis' shoulder. "You have no idea how glad I am 'bout that. Now let's see to that head wound."
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