Don't really tend to do one shots but thought I'd give it a go.
Musketeers not mine, I'm just borrowing them then I'll put them back :-)
She sees him there from her hiding place in the tower and the chains binding his hands give her a malicious thrill. She raises her hand to her throat, brushing the ribbon that hides the scar.
Now, my love, the reckoning has come.
They chain him to the wall and the early morning light catches the locket that still hangs against his chest, she remembers that locket and in her minds eye sees the flower carefully pressed inside.
The soldiers take aim, preparing to finish him. He looks at them and she sees a small trace of fear in his eyes before they close.
How disappointing, you couldn't watch me hang and now you can't watch your own death.
His breathing quickens as he waits for the crack of the muskets that will end his misery. She feels her heart pounding, finally her revenge will be complete with his disgrace and death. Her breathing almost becomes ragged with excitement as she waits to see his blood flow.
"Come on, damn you, shoot." He grows impatient, and she wonders why they haven't fired.
"Hold your fire..." Her eyes widen in dismay as his two musketeer friends make their way down the stairs, smirking as they brandish the order for his release. The boy from the inn is with them; d'Artagnan and she sees him nod in gratitude as he passes the boy on the stairs.
She feels angry and deprived as her revenge slips from her grasp. It was perfect, it should have worked. Her eyes narrow as she watches him leave. Alive for another day but no matter, she will see him dead and if she has to drive a blade through his heart herself then she will.
One day, my love, one day.
Well what do you think?