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3 hours later, Philippe sat at the table with his 2 parents eating a dinner of baked chicken and garlic bread with rose water. D'artanyan had gone to the market earlier that day and bought enough food to last the family about a week.

Anne and D'artanyan had discussed previously that they would wait for a little bit of time before telling Philippe about his true identity and matters like that, but if he asked, they would not lie. Instead during dinner, they focused on asking Philippe questions about himself and his childhood.

After D'artanyan said grace, the family began to eat. Philippe most eagerly with wide eyes and a huge innocent smile.

"Philippe, would you mind telling us about your childhood?" Asked his Mother.

Philippe smiled and nodded, but Anne noticed something else in his eyes, something like sadness. But she said nothing and let him speak.

"I had 2 guardians" started Philippe "My nurse was one of them. Her name was Perronet. And then there was the Priest who stepped down from his position to marry her, his name is was Father Claude. They both lived as hermits."

D'artanyan smiled, "Where they kind to you?" He asked.

Philippe nodded, "They were. They treated me as a Grandson, but they had told me I was an orphan." Philippe blushed, "I know better now." He said, looking at his parents who both chuckled slightly. "Go on Philippe." Said Anne.

"Well..." He continued. "Since we lived as Hermits, our life was very simple. Perronet made all of my clothes and cooked our food. We had a small farm with the cottage we lived in, some sheep, pigs, chickens and cows. Also, there was a small lake that Father Claude would sometimes take me to for fishing or swimming as a reward for doing well with my studies."

D'artanyan looked up from his plate, "Your Studies?"

Philippe nodded. "Yes. Father Claude took care with my education. He taught me me Arithmetic, Some geography as well as writing and reading of course. He also taught me Sacred Scripture and religious rituals of the Catholic Faith which he was very strict with. He as well taught me French, English, Spanish and the basics of Latin."

Anne was very impressed by her sons very formidable education. "That is incredible Philippe, I'm very impressed." Philippe blushed and D'artanyan patted him on the back affectionately. "Please tell us more son, we're both very interested in all of this."

Philippe continued. "Perronet taught me things as well. She taught me the importance of helping others who are less fortunate than ourselves, and always to be forgiving. She taught me to love nature and animals. She also told me a secret that she said would help me make it through any trial that life could possibly offer."

"And what was that?" Asked D'artanyan.

Philippe swallowed. "Have courage, forgive, and be kind." He looked down at the table. "Have courage, forgive and be kind. I've never forgotten her words and I try to apply them to everything in my life. I always try my hardest to be courageous, forgiving and kind."

Anne smiled at her son, amazed at him and his personality. "You must have been very happy with them."

Philippe nodded and sighed sadly, "I was, until..." He took a deep breath as his eyes watered, "Until a man came, he was dressed all in black, but I remember his face so clearly. He came and murdered them. Then dragged me to the prison, and put me into the mask."

Philippe couldn't go on any longer, and he quietly started to cry. Anne was by his side in an instant, holding him close. "I'm sorry mother," Philippe cried, "It's just, I didn't even know that horrible man, but I remember his face so clearly. He just barged in...He murdered my guardians who I loved so much, he burned my house, he took my life..."

Anne was stroking his hair now and D'artanyan was close by his side both offering him the comfort he needed. He cried for a long time before looking up at his parents.

"My son," Anne said while running her hands through his hair, "I'm so sorry about everything that you had to go through. I promise you that you will never have to go through anything like that again. What happened is over, and you are Alright. We love you so much Philippe. Forever and always."

Philippe remained in his mother arms for a while, remembering the kind couple that had raised him and the terrible man that has taken them away from him in the worst way possible. He let her kiss and hug him and gratefully accepted the motherly love and affection. Finally, he was all cried out.

He sat up and wiped his eyes. "Thank you Mother," he said "For everything. You as well Father." Both of his parents smiled. "You are most welcome Philippe, We love you very much." The small Family smiled at each other, and then continued with their meal.

D'artanyan told Anne and Philippe funny stories about his days as a Musketeer, and relished when both of them began to cry from laughing so hard at his stories.

Finally, the meal was over, and Philippe walked up the stairs to his room to sleep after bidding his parents Good Night. "Good Night Son, We love you." They called after him.

When their son was gone to bed, D'artanyan and Anne sat together on a comfortable sofa and sighed with relief and content. Anne couldn't help but giggle delightedly. "D'artanyan," she said. "I can't believe This is truly real and happening. My second twin son and the love of my life are here in the same house with me and we are a family."

D'artanyan smiled, admiring Anne's timeless beauty, and adoring it all the more because she was his. "I know Darling. We will give him the best life possible, happy and free."

He couldn't help but feel the shiver that suddenly ran through her spine "But..." She said, her voice suddenly deep and fearful, "But he needs to know eventually D'artanyan, he has a right to know. To know who he really is, and of course he will have questions about who his real Father is and..." D'artanyan planted a gentle Kiss on her lip, stopping the rush of anxiety and worry,

"Yes," he said "Of course he has a right to know, but when the time comes to tell him, we will not lie. We will answer his questions and help him process whatever thoughts he may have. But whatever comes,"

He forced her to look into his eyes "Whatever comes, we have him, and we have each

other. I love you Anne, I always have and I always Will."

"Oh D'artanyan..." Anne moaned, her love for him overwhelming her. She leaned in for a Passionate kiss and the couple retreated to their room,

Just as the last candle burned out.