Thanks for checking out my story! About that title. I know in the series 2 end that Treville is made Minister for War and no longer captain. BUT, the boys (Aramis, Athos, D'Artangan and Porthos) still refer to him as their captain. I know some people don't like first person narratives, but please give it a shot!

Takes place after series 2 and during series 3.

Anne/Treville

*Anne

It started so innocently.

The Musketeers had all gone to war, save Aramis. I was told he was living out his days in a monestary. It took several months before I was able to cope with that truth. By then, there was no one I could turn to. Constance was a friend, but she hardly had time for a visit after the war started.

Louis shut me out so frequently, even then. There was one man who faithfully defended me. Captain Treville. In the beginning I enjoyed his company, and his faithfulness to France, to Louis, and to myself.

I looked up to him in a way. As time went on, I realized my feelings towards Treville were more than just a lonely woman clinging to the only friend and ally she had. Much more.

I loved him. Foolishly. It was something I could not control. At first, I realized it was infatuation. I craved his company. He was such a strong man. My protector.

It had been three years since the start of the war. My life slowly became more miserable. Louis had moved his illegitimate brother move to the palace. My every move was watched and slighted. I just thank God that Treville was always close by.

I found myself staring at him one day. Studying his serious face. I longed to see him smile. Suddenly, his eyes met mine from across the room. He caught me watching him. Our gazes held. My heart sped up.

"Anne!"

Louis hissed my name and my attention snapped back to reality, breaking our eye contact. That was the day I realized something terrible and wonderful...I was falling for Treville. I tried, I tried so hard to make the feelings go away. Much harder than I ever tried with Aramis. I had been unfaithful to Louis once...I didn't want to let myself go there again.

Never again.

But then, he had been unfaithful to me so so many times. Broken my heart. Shattered it. And still he treated me as an afterthought. That was no excuse, I knew. So, I prayed for strength. I fought my feelings. But, whenever I saw Treville...my heart skipped a beat.

My traitorous heart.

One day, as I was in the gardens at dusk Treville came to fetch me.

"The King is asking for you, your Majesty," he announced.

I immediately dismissed my ladies in waiting.

"That is rare." I scoffed.

Treville furrowed his brow at me. He was always so serious, though his blue eyes sparkled.

"Very well." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

My breath caught in my chest. I knew I needed to get ahold of myself, but it was so hard. We walked back to the palace talking about nothing in particular. He opened the door for me and I brushed past him. Close enough to smell his scent. Close enough to feel my shoulder brush against his chest.

My whole life all I ever wanted was someone to keep me safe. My father couldn't. My brother wouldn't. Louis refused my company and Aramis had gone away. But there was Treville. The girl in me questioned whether his protection of me was solely him doing his duty, or if he had feeling towards me too.

The woman and queen in me knew better than to go there. I had dealt with my feelings for a very long time. And deep down, he probably knew how I felt. He was a man of honor though. Regardless of how either one of us felt, France, and my son came first.

We entered Louis's chamber. Treville stood in the corner of the room, behind me. I was sure I could feel his eyes on me. It made me nervous. Stirred strange, familiar feelings within me.

"Your Majesty." I addressed Louis.

He ignored me. Treville spoke up, "Your Majesty, I've summoned the Queen as you requested."

"Yes, yes I know, Treville!" Louis said very irritated.

"I wanted to inform you that my brother, Phillipe is coming to stay with us here at the palace."

My stomach turned. From everything I knew of Phillipe, this was a terrible idea. I cast my eyes towards Treville, and it appeared he already knew this news. We exchanged worried glances and then before I knew it I was being dismissed from Louis's presence.

*Treville

I watched as the Queen was dismissed from Louis. It broke my heart the way he treated her. In the beginning it was mistresses. These days it was just downright cruelty. My allegiance to the King and my feelings for Anne clashed so often now.

"She was not pleased," Louis said with a huff.

"Your Majesty, the Queen only cares for you and possibly she's just thinking how this could end badly. Phillipe has not been loyal to you in the past," I tried to explain.

"In the past, Treville!" Louis voice held an edge.

I held my breath and tapped my foot to keep from voicing opinions that would not go over well with the King. These days he had very little love for outsiders, and seemed to be keen to reunite with his estranged family. Like a little boy, Louis wanted the comfort of family, but I could not think why after all this time...

"Leave me,"

I nodded and turned on my heel. I found myself finding the Queen. That happened a lot. I smiled as I saw her walking in the garden with her son. The boy looked like her with his light hair, but any fool could see his dark eyes were his father's. His true father's. She glanced my way and waved. I raised my hand in return but made no move towards her. No, the farther away I could stay the better. For both of us. The problem was...with Phillipe coming I felt I'd have to be by her side more than ever.

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