Constance's POV
Fear. It coursed through my mind and body like wildfire. I did not feel fear for my life, rather for those of my loved ones standing around me. I would bravely and gladly give my life for each of them, but I cannot do that if their lives are threatened and out of my reach. Making sure that the vile man Jafar is distracted, I slowly slide across the room. It was difficult, since my hands were bound. My husband d'Artagnan greeted me as I took position beside him. " Stay away, Constance." He whispers. " I will not see you die. Please." I shake my head.
Just then, Jafar appears in front of us. " You should listen to him. Honestly, I do not understand why you women disobey your husbands. You should be dutiful." Anger boils inside me. I open my mouth, ready to spew a whole line of curses, but d'Artagnan beats me. " You fool! You do not know how wrong you are. Constance, and every woman in this room, are our equal in every way. They could just as easily defeat you." I could not help but smile. This is why he is my truest love.
Movement catches my eye, and I see Jafar raise his sword to d'Artagnan in anger. No! I will not let this happen. This is it; I know what I must do. As Jafar strikes the killing blow, I jump in front of my d'Artagnan. Pain sears through my side as the blade meets my flesh. I refuse to cry out, and slump to the floor. I wince as more pain shoots through me, then everything begins to fade to black.