Chapter One

Authors note: So this is my first musketeers fan fiction and i have to say. I LOVE THE SHOW! This story will have multiple P.O.V.'s but it will mainly focus on Anne and Aramis' relationship. Major thanks to my friend Sophie who also loves the show and is helping as my beta.

"We will need to get you some new gowns, Your Majesty." said Jocelyn, Queen Anne's lady-in-waiting as she struggled to tighten the back of Anne's dress.

"Yes, I suppose we will." Anne said smiling.

She rubbed her hand across her rather swollen abdomen. Even though she was only in the fourth month of her pregnancy, Anne was already showing the signs of impending motherhood evidently. Her once flat stomach was now curved and pushing against her bodice and straining her skirts.

"You are looking well this morning. No more sickness when you wake?" Her faithful lady asked.

"No, dear friend, when I wake all I feel is joy and gratitude that I have been blessed so." Anne said smiling, in the corner of her eye she saw Jocelyn's serene smile.

Unlike her first pregnancy, Anne felt only happiness, none of the fear or worry she had had before. She had beenso young. Everything had been new and exciting, until she woke up covered in blood. Anne winced at the memory of her screaming and begging for God to show mercy to her baby.

But now she knew this baby was different. The child within her was strong, even now she felt the small flutters of movement as if he was showing her, he was a survivor. Anne hoped in her heart that this child was a boy, an heir for her husband.

"Shall I send for the royal seamstress?" Jocelyn inquired.

"Not today, Jocelyn, It is such a beautiful day. Why don't we just sit outside and enjoy the beautiful french summer?"

Anne had no royal duties to fulfil today, so she ordered a gazebo to be put up in the gardens for her and her ladies to relax under.

Anne, who now became exhausted very easily, sat and watched the servants scurrying back and forth making preparations for the ball being held in her honour. This is when they would announce that she was with child, Anne had insisted they wait for a month before telling anyone, so that she could be sure. Of course the Cardinal knew, Captain Treville and of course the musketeers that had been in the room at the time. The men who had protected her when she was in danger.

Athos, Porthos, D'Artagnan and Aramis.

Aramis.

Anne's heart flooded with warmth when she thought of him. She knew that she should feel shame after their tryst, but all she felt was…love.

Love for the wonderful, valiant, kind man that was everything her husband was not. The man who had shown her more pleasures in one night than her husband in six years. Heat flooded her face when she thought of their night together.

"Daydreaming, Majesty?" asked Jocelyn. Her chief lady-in-waiting had always been eerily perceptive. The moment Anne had returned from the nunnery Jocelyn had known something had happened, but she did not ask her anything.

"Yes I was…thinking of how wonderful the ball will be." Anne lied.

Jocelyn smiled wanly.

"Your Majesty will most certainly need a beautiful gown for the ball. You will be the centre of attention."

She was right. As tired as she was, Anne would have to endure a dress fitting with old women prodding and poking her with pins.

"I don't suppose we could call upon a new seamstress? I would like something different." She mused.

"I could go to the hall and see if the steward has any other seamstresses available?" Jocelyn suggested.

"That would be wonderful, if you do not mind?" She must not have minded because Jocelyn immediately rose from her seat put down the book she had been reading and excused herself from her current company, striding across the gardens.

Her other ladies watched Jocelyn leave and then began to whisper things to each other. They did not seem to like her much. Anne found that upsetting, Jocelyn had come with her from Austria when she was betrothed to Louis. They had grown up together and had always been close especially because they had both lost their mothers when they were young.

Anne pulled her thoughts away from her mother and found that they strayed back to her own future duties as a mother.

After her baby was born, she would have to rest. Midwives she had spoken to warned her that childbirth could be a long and painful process, but Anne did not care so long as her child was safe and healthy. But after she was well, there were so many things she looked forward to doing. Sitting in these gardens with the baby, laughing and playing or just watching him sleep. And when he was older she would walk with him down the halls and find him friends to play with, every child needs friends even a royal one. Anne believed in her A sudden feeling of sadness swept over Anne.

Here she was thinking of her life with this baby, when his father would never have one.

Sure, Aramis might see the child occasionally but their child would never call him father. No, instead Louis would take that right for himself. Anne thought back to when she had last seen Aramis, how he had vowed to protect her baby. Their baby. She could still remember the way he had looked at her when he heard she was with child.

His child.

Their conversation had shaken her deeply. Anne had been prepared for a variety of possible reactions, from fear to anger, but she had been shocked by his words. How he had sworn to protect her and her child.

To any onlooker this interaction could have been seen simply as a loyal soldier speaking of his duty to protect the royal family, but Anne had known his words were loaded with a different meaning. Her brilliant, honourable Aramis was swearing to honour his duty as a father, as well as a musketeer, and this action only made Anne feel more love for him.

"Your majesty ?" said one of her ladies, Melinda.

"Yes?" Anne replied, as she was pulled away from her thoughts of the dashing musketeer.

"Shall we go inside now, I think the weather is turning." Melinda said, her eyes darting to the sky.

Anne followed her gaze and saw that the beautiful weather had been obscured by dark clouds in the sky, they looked like they might burst with rain at any moment.

"Yes we should return to the palace. Pity, it was such a beautiful day."

A.N: So what do you think? I would love some reviews as feedback and to see if I should continue. :)