Consequences by Phoenix Artemis Halliwell
Hello, everyone, this is my first ever Musketeer story and I have tried to get all the bugs out but if you find any discrepancy or error please let me know. I have only given this small excerpt to see if people like this if so I shall continue with this story. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Summary: Takes place right after Series 2 Aramis makes a heavy sacrifice leaving everyone else to believe he is dead. That is everyone except the King. Although he is kind-hearted and naive at times The King also has a temper which Aramis becomes all too familiar with. How will Queen Anne respond to this news will she believe Louis? What will become of Aramis? How will the inseparable go on?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Musketeers Poo.
Prologue: Unending
Aramis look back to Paris knowing in his heart it would be the last time he saw it as he rode away with the members of the Red Guard whom the King had personally selected to take him away forever.
Several hours earlier
Having been summoned back to the Palace by the King a couple hours after the events that had just transpired after Rochefort disaster, Aramis did not now what to expect.
" Majesty," Aramis said bowing after entering the room of the King's private study.
"Aramis," the King said coolly as his face became stony determination and vengeance he continued, "I have a proposition for you. Since I now in my heart Rochefort accusations to be true. You see I have come to the conclusion that killing you would be too swift a way for me to get my justice so I have decided to give you a choice. One you will continue serving as a musketeer and I shall put the blame squarely on the Queen for 'being in contact with Spain' whereupon she will be exiled and forbidden to see her son again, along with you and your three friends being sent to the exact front of the coming war. Or two you will leave Paris immediately by way of the northern gates where four guards will be waiting to take you away to a place of my choosing where your life or death will be at my leisure. No one will come for you for I will personally see that Tréville receives news of your death. So then what is your decision option one or option two.
Present
Aramis shook his head trying in vain to get the memory out of his mind he had of course chosen the second option. Although he wasn't chained up no tied to his horse his weapons were gone and even if he had decided to fight off the guards he knew he would not for if he did he would be signing the Queen's Exile and his friend's most likely dead. He had never felt so alone so very much alone he knew this must be God's way of punishing him and so accepted it as the terror of his situation gripped him yet again.
Three Weeks Later The Garrison
Porthos' stared at the letter Tréville had given him blinking back tears. "This can't be 'appening. This is some sick 'oke. Where's the proof? Cap'n." Forcing himself to look away from the paper and at his father figure who had fallen to the bench behind him at the garrison tears freely falling down his face as he held on to Aramis' musketeer sleeve or dear life. and Porthos new it was true his best friend and brother was dead.
Same Day Queen's Private Chambers
She was on the floor in tears trying in vain to calm herself Constance was holding her like a child and she knew she looked ridiculous hardly the Queen of France. However, at present, she did not care he was gone her loyal, loving, brave Musketeer was dead Constance had just brought her the news. It seemed to hurt more that her husband the King had not told her worse she had the sinking feeling Louis' temper had got the better of him resulting in Aramis death.
"It's. . . going to be. . . alright your Majesty," Constance said between sobs trying to be as brave as she could for her Queen.
The Queen merely nodded as another round of sobs wracked through her body as she slowly but surely began to calm herself. He was gone and there was nothing she could do about that though she was utterly determined to find out everything she knew in her heart she would never fully accept this until she saw his cold unmoving body completely devoid of his exuberant soul.
Somewhere in the Northern French Countryside
Aramis looked up from where he sat shackled in his cell to three men standing before him. The King, the King's older half brother, and a tall man with a brown messy beard and long slightly greasy wavy hair as the man watched Aramis he got a strange sinking feeling inside of his chest and the new without a doubt this man was somehow worse than both the Cardinal and Rochefort and this terrified him.