So this is set before 2x05, so Athos is still the Comte de la Fere, and Milady is still the King's mistress. Oh, and Treville is the captain of the Musketeers. This is a abduction story. Someone getting kidnapped, a ransom, and all that stuff. Don't expect this to follow canon, because this will not. Milathos is endgame, and don't even try to convince me otherwise.
Summary: Wanting to start an uproar in France, a group of mercenaries is hired by a Baron to kidnap the Queen. But such things never go as planned…
The King of France was in distress. That was all Treville told them before riding off to the palace. It seemed that the young King was once again acting paranoid, thanks to Rochefort's machinations. Because the entirety of the garrison was awake before the sun rose. And soon after Treville left the gates of the garrison a messenger arrived with the command to assemble all Musketeers and ride to the Palace.
Seeing as he was Treville's second in command, he was forced to oversee all preparations while his head was still pounding from the amount of alcohol he drank last night. He had slept barely four hours, being unable to fall asleep thanks to the numerous memories of his wife, and those few short hours had not been enough to sleep off the wine. Now he was forced to ensure all men were prepared and rode to the Palace, even though none of them knew what exactly they had to prepare for.
His three friends helped out, thankfully all three of them chose to sleep in their rooms that night. He could barely function at this time of the day, but he had no choice but to do what his Captain commanded him to do and look his best for the King.
Soon they were all lined up outside the Palace, with the Red Guards not far. The presence of the Red Guards made the situation more suspicious and worrisome. Rochefort would never assemble those bastards he called soldiers at such an hour unless there was a situation of the utmost importance. The two groups of men eyed each other with curiosity. Luckily none said anything to antagonize the others, seemingly recognizing the seriousness of whatever was occuring in the Palace.
Fortunately, Treville and Rochefort came out to them soon enough. Rochefort assembled his men and gave them the orders to patrol around Paris. Treville called him up along with his three friends, and ordered the others to patrol the Palace grounds. Exchanging glances with Aramis, Porthos, and D'Artagnan, they were all asked to go inside. They were to guard the King and Queen, and the Dauphin.
Their Captain walked slightly in front of them through the halls of the Palace, but as they reached the Royal chambers and his three friends were ushered inside, Treville stopped him and led him off to the side.
He could see that the Captain was on edge, his knuckles were white from the way he gripped the hilt of his sword and his jaw was clenched.
"What happened at such an hour?"
Treville looked around before letting out a heavy breath and facing him with an expression he could not read.
"It seems that there was an attempt to abduct the Queen."
He narrowed his eyes.
"But the Queen is fine."
Treville nodded slightly.
"Yes, she is. But that is because she was not sleeping in the Royal chambers with the King. However, someone else was."
The words left him confused for a few moments. In addition to the awful hangover, and the early hour, he could never think of Milady as anything other than his wife. So it took him a few seconds to understand what Treville meant.
The only person who could have been sleeping with King was Milady.
And now she was abducted.
His breath caught in his throat as he processed the meaning of what happened. In truth, he didn;t know what to think. He shouldn't care about what happens to her, after all she killed his brother, then tried to have him executed for crimes he didn't commit, and tried to have his friends killed. But nothing that ever concerned his wife was ever black and white. He could tell himself times and times again that he didn't care about her, but the fact that even after drinking himself into oblivion he still dreamt of her and how happy they once were, proved otherwise.
And now she was abducted. And could be dead. And for some reason, a reason he knew but would never admit to himself, he felt dread and fear.
He managed to compose himself before his Captain could see the horror in his eyes. He grabbed the hilt of his sword while the other hand clenched into a tight fist. His nails dug into his skin, but that pain was nothing compared to the surge of unfamiliar emotions he felt.
"I am glad the Queen is fine."
It was not a lie. But it would not seem like the truth to anyone who didn't know him, seeing as his tone was cold and somewhat filled with anger. A dangerous combination that could bring out the worst in him.
He was angry at his wife. Had she not been the King's mistress she wouldn't have been sleeping in his rooms, and would not have been abducted. He was angry at himself for an unknown reason. Somehow his foolish heart made him blame himself for not protecting his wife.
With an abrupt nod he slipped into the room where his friends were. His Captain followed soon after with a worried look on his face. It made him wonder what made the Captain worry more, the fact that the Queen was almost abducted in the middle of the night or the lack of knowledge of what he might do in response to his wife's kidnapping.
The King was pacing, while the Queen sat with the Dauphin in her arms. The young monarch was rambling about danger, criminals, hangings, plots against him and the safety of the palace. Rochefort stood not far away, trying to calm the King by telling him that he would personally guard him and the Queen.
As Treville closed the door, the King turned to the Musketeers.
"Treville! I am no longer safe in my own Palace!"
The Captain took a deep breath and stepped in front of the King.
"The Musketeers are patrolling the Palace grounds, and my best men will remain by your side at all times."
The King finally stopped pacing and sat down beside the Queen who took his hands in an attempt to comfort him.
Rochefort stepped closer to Treville before speaking.
"The Red Guards are ensuring no one enters the Palace grounds. I am sure no one would dare to attempt anything similar again."
The King let out a heavy breath and looked angrily at Rochefort.
"That is what you keep telling me Rochefort! And yet, Milady was abducted! What if they would have abducted me too?!"
Rochefort's lips thinned out into a fine line as he nodded and stepped back to his previous place. The King was definitely distraught, and it was doubtful that he would calm down until someone was caught and executed.
Just as Treville was about to say something to the King, the doors opened and a messenger ran in with a piece of pachement in his hands.
"Your Majesty, this letter has just been delivered to the Palace!"
The King rose from his seat as Treville took the letter from the messenger and unfolded it.
"Who delivered it?! I want them arrested and questioned!"
The Messenger bowed his head.
"The letter was delivered by a pigeon, your Majesty!"
Rochefort pushed the man out of the room and closed the door before turning to Treville who looked even more worried than earlier as he read the letter.
"What does it say, Treville?"
The Captain ignored the blond man and instead looked up at the King.
"They are demanding a ransom."
At those words Athos felt his stomach drop.
The King no doubt had enough money to pay off any ransom. But that is if the Queen herself was abducted. And seeing as it was Milady who was missing, who was nothing more than his mistress, it was questionable.
Meanwhile the King dropped his head and huffed in annoyance.
"So they want my money?! Is that it?!"
Treville gave the letter to Rochefort.
"It seems so, your Majesty."
The King sat down once again and leaned back in his seat.
"And how much do they want?"
Treville clenched his jaw before answering.
"40 thousand livres."
The King allowed his head to fall into his hands as a loud groan escaped his lips.
"However, that is the ransom they are demanding for the Queen. They wouldn't dare demand a similar sum for Milady de Winter."
The King looked up at Treville and glanced at Rochefort who nodded in confirmation.
"In the letter they state that they want 40 thousand for the Queen. It seems that they don't know who they actually abducted."
Rochefort smiled softly, as he walked over to the King.
"This is good news, your Majesty."
The King let out a heavy breath.
"And what about Milady? What will they do to her? What if they demand a ransom for her?"
Treville shook his head slightly.
"I do not know your Majesty. We have to wait."
The King stood up and rolled his eyes.
"I hate waiting! It is so boring! Why is my life so boring?!"
With the final words he stormed out of the room. Rochefort followed him without sparing the Musketeers a glance.
Treville turned towards his men.
"Aramis, and D'Artagnan, you two stay with the King at all times. Porthos stays with the Queen. Athos, with me."
D'Artagnan nodded and left the room. Aramis did the same, but managed to send a quick look in the Queen's direction, which was hopefully unnoticed by the Captain. Porthos walked over closer to the Queen to stand behind her. Treville turned to the Queen who looked tired as she held her son, who was fortunately still asleep.
"Your Majesty."
He bowed before leaving the room.
Athos stood frozen for a moment before also bowing and following the Captain. He didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to let the situation play out, while the other part of him wanted to search through the entirety of Paris to find his wife. Whoever it was, who abducted her, they would soon enough realize that they took the King's mistress, instead of the Queen. And god only knows what they will do to her then. They could kill her, or even worse have their "fun" with her. That thought alone made his blood boil in anger. He wanted to kill whoever took her in the middle of the night. And if he ever found out that they laid their filthy hands on her, he would cut off their hands and watch them die slowly in agony.
But Treville was right. There was nothing they could do, except wait. It was the worst part of this situation. There was nothing, no information whatsoever, no evidence that they could go by to start their searches. So they would wait until another letter was delivered. Or until her body was found. Or perhaps they would never even find the body.
He cleared his mind of such thoughts and reminded himself that his wife had survived a hanging, so surely she could survive an abduction. However, for some reason, it was not the same thing.
And for some reason, that night instead of dreaming of her beautiful green eyes and cheerful smile, he woke up screaming after seeing a man ripping apart her dress as she begged for help. The man was his brother Thomas.