This story is loosely based on the season 2 episodes 9 and 10 from the BBC series The Musketeers.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story.

To get you started:
A quick summary. About a year ago, Aramis and Anne (the queen of France), were trapped in a convent. Seeking comfort, they spend a night together, and afterwards became involved. Athos is the only one who knows of the two being intimate. A year later, the queen bore a son, The Dauphin, who is the sole heir of the throne of France. The Dauphin is actually Aramis's son, but for their safety they decided it would be better if no one knows. The following story takes place a year after the event in the convent.

Chapter 1: The confession

Twilight was setting in as Aramis walked down an alley near the garrison. It was a hot summers day and people had kept their windows and doors closed, to keep the heat out and the coolness in. The alley was empty, in the distance one could hear a baby cry, and a mother calming it. Aramis couldn't help but smile, thinking of The Dauphin, who he had just seen in the palace. A fatherly feeling overtook him, and for a moment he felt the warmth of proudness in his body. He knew he was wrong for becoming intimate with Lady Marguerite, the governess of The Dauphin, but it seemed to him the only possible way to, now and then, see his son.

As he took a turn, a hand suddenly grabbed him and ferociously pulled him with his back against a wall. Immediately he took a small knife from his doublet and pointed it in the direction of the assailant. As he looked at him, he immediately recognized his adversary. It was Rochefort. His gloved hand held a firm grip on Aramis's throat, making it hard to breath.
'You haven't been careful, have you?' Rochefort uttered, looking fiercely in Aramis's eyes.
Aramis pushed the knife a bit further against Rocheforts side, but was held back by the strong arm of Rochefort.
'What do you want?' Aramis asked, finding it hard to let out words.
Rochefort moved his head closer to Aramis, his lips nearly touched Aramis's ear, when he whispered: 'I know'.
Those two words felt like a knife pushed straight into his stomach. He felt sick, and couldn't find a way to react. He dropped the knife he held on the ground. Rochefort, feeling content about Aramis's reaction, showed a small grin on his countenance. He felt he had done enough for now, and abruptly let go of the musketeer. He gave him one last look and disappeared in the shadows of the street, leaving Aramis stunned leaning against the wall.

A few moments passed without Aramis being able to move. If Rochefort meant what he thought he meant, he was doomed. And not just that, he had failed in protecting the queen and his son. His selfishness would cost them their lives. There was only one thing he could do now. He had to confide in Athos about this. He would know what to do.

With a quick pace he hurried to the garrison, where some of the musketeers were sitting in the courtyard, eating their dinner. He looked for Athos, and found him sitting with D'Artagnan and Porthos on a table. They were laughing about something as he approached the table. Porthos looked up at him and, while drinking some wine, pointed to a place on the bench next to him.
'Come, eat with us Aramis. And tell us where you've been, we've been looking for you.' D'Artagnan said to him.
'No thanks.' Aramis replied while tapping Athos on the shoulder.
'What is it?' Athos asked, looking worriedly at his friend.
'Can we have word?' Aramis gave Athos a familiar glare. He knew Athos would understand.
'Sure.' Athos said, as he put down his mug and stood up from the table. 'we'll just be a minute' he commented to his two other friends. 'leave some wine for me!'.

Athos followed Aramis to a quiet place in the courtyard, somewhere no-one could see them talk.
'What is it?' Athos remarked again, looking even more worried at his friend.
Aramis stammered, trying to find the courage to tell Athos about the events just now.
'Rochefort…' Aramis started 'he knows…'. He dared not to look Athos in the eyes.
Athos immediately grabbed Aramis's arms and pulled him closer. 'He knows, what!?'
Aramis looked Athos in the eyes, seeing his worried face made it even harder to talk to him, and he just uttered 'he knows Athos, he knows…'
Athos looked at Aramis in disbelief, but seeing his dear friend this upset he immediately decided to take action. Giving Aramis a strict glare he started: 'You have to tell them. You made this mess, you tell them, now.'
Aramis, in shock of Athos' reaction, searched for Athos's eyes, begging him not to make him do this. But there was no point.

'Hey, you two! There's not much wine left!' Porthos yelled from behind them, interrupting the two friends in their conversation. Athos put his hand on Aramis's shoulder trying to give him some confidence to tell his friends about his betrayal. Since Aramis didn't seem to take any action, Athos took over and walked to Porthos and D'Artagnan. Both looked up at Athos, and seeing his serious look, they stood up. Athos didn't have to say anything for all them to follow him to one of the chambers in the garrison. Aramis entering lastly, glaring down at his feet in disgrace.
'What's going on Athos?' D'Artagnan started, looking from Aramis to Athos in confusion. But Athos didn't answer the question and just replied with: 'Stay here, I'll be right back.' As he walked out and closed the door behind him Porthos walked up to Aramis.
'Aramis?' He said, with a tone of worry in his voice.
Aramis still looking down, not daring to look his friends in the eyes, had found a spot in the corner of the room, leaning against the walls. He had never felt like this before in his life. Not knowing how they would react to the news, Aramis was afraid to lose everything he had. His friends, most of all, but also his son, and Anne.
Suddenly the door opened, and Athos came in. Behind him Treville followed inside. As soon as Aramis saw Treville coming through the door, he realized that this was serious.

'Okay, so what is going on here?' Treville asked, in his demanding manner. He looked from one to the other, but no one could answer.
Athos and Aramis shared a glare, to which Treville reacted in surprise. 'Athos! Say something.'
Checking the door and windows for a second time, Athos replied to his superior.
'Aramis, has something to confess to us all.'
A moment of silence passed as all eyes were on Aramis. He could feel them piercing through his heart. Feeling sick to his stomach, he wasn't able to utter a word. A moment, he felt angry towards Athos, making him confess his deepest secret. He gave him one more glare, begging him not to make him do this. But Athos was resolute. And without any delay he announced: 'Aramis has been sleeping with the queen'.
Those words hit Aramis like a grenade, exploding in his stomach. Suddenly all eyes were on him again. No one really knew what to say. There was an air of confusion and anger. But none of them dared to speak their mind. And just as they seemed to calm themselves and try to find the words to say. Athos started: 'There's more.' He looked at Aramis, he knew it was hard for him, but he forced Aramis to speak. Aramis looked back at Athos in anger. Was he really going to make him confess it all? Aramis knew he could not back down now. He had to own his mistakes. He opened his mouth as to try to speak, but couldn't find the words. After a fierce look from Athos, he finally found the courage to talk, though almost inaudible and as quick as possible.
'The Dauphin might be my son.' Aramis uttered. As he gave a quick glance at his friends, and saw their confusion he added 'IS, he is my son'.

Than in a moment of anger, Porthos suddenly came up to him and pushed him into the wall, choking Aramis with his bare hands. Quickly Athos and D'Artagnan interfered and pulled Porthos away from Aramis, who sank to the ground, in shame. While coughing, he reached for his neck, which had now for a second time been harmed.
Treville was the first to break the silence. 'My God, Aramis!'
But before Treville couldn't finish what he wanted to say, as Athos interrupted.
'There's still more.' Athos paused. 'Rochefort knows.'
Another silence passed. Which hurt Aramis even more than the hands of his friend around his neck.
'You know what that means, don't you Aramis? You condemned yourself for treason!' D'Artagnan yelled. Aramis saw he was afraid for him.
'You brought the queen in grave danger! And the Dauphin!' Porthos added.
D'Artagnan walked up to Aramis and kneeled before him, making eye contact. He looked at his friend with heartfelt sympathy and sorrow. 'Aramis, you'll be hanged!'
Aramis couldn't take it anymore and in a confused state became angry and stood up, pushing D'Artagnan aside. 'What do you want me to say!' He shouted at his friends. 'I can't undo what I've done! What do you want me to do?!'
No one answered.

Treville who had stayed silent all the while, made up his mind. As he walked towards Aramis he ordered: 'Aramis, turn around and put your hands against the wall'.
'What!?' Aramis replied in confusion. He looked at Athos, who looked back at him with pity. Treville closed in on Aramis and gently forced the musketeer to turn around and put his hands up against the wall. He felt like a criminal, but then again, he had committed treason.
Treville took away Aramis's weapons, and gave them to Athos. Porthos and D'Artagnan stood stunned by the event. Then Treville moved his hand towards Aramis's shoulder, and started to untie his musketeers shoulderpiece. Aramis immediately knew what it meant, he was going to be banished from the musketeers. He felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and hung his head in defeat.

'Athos, escort Aramis to a room without a window. And lock the door.' Treville ordered.
'No, wait! Please!' Aramis protested.
'I'm sorry Aramis, it's for your own safety. If Rochefort knows about you and the queen, he will turn Paris upside down to find you. He will force a confession from you, and that will condemn the queen and The Dauphin. We cannot let that happen. Please, follow my orders, and let us do our job. We will find a way to make this right. I promise. But for now, this is the only way.' Treville replied, as he gave orders to Athos.
Aramis knew there was nothing he could do or say to make Treville change his mind. Therefore he obediently followed Athos to a connected room.
No one knew what to say. Instead they all stood and watched in silence how Athos locked Aramis in the room. Before closing the door, Aramis walked up to Athos, looking at him with shame.
'I'm sorry.' Athos replied as he gave Aramis on last look before he finally shut the door.

Aramis fell to the floor as he heard the lock of the door. He felt incompetent, shameful and disgraced. The footsteps and voices of his friends slowly disappeared from the room next to him. Could he still trust them? Was it still, all for one, and one for all?
Pulling himself up on the only bed in the room, he laid down on it and sighed. How the hell did he get himself in this mess?

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