Siroc and Ramon
Two musketeers stood at the door of a woman who had been force to endure much hardship through the last months. She had become their sister in arms. They knew her secret though they dare not speak the words they felt within their soul. She had risked her life for them and became part of their family. The way she fought with a blade that rivaled most men but she fought with justice clinging within her soul.
Their hearts broke with the gentle weeping seeping out the door. They felt her ach within themselves. The anger rushed within their minds to know the pain that the Cardinal forced upon her. She had a secret unknown to even herself but they vowed she would have what ever help she needed. They would help fight what ever demons stood in their way. She was a musketeer in every sense of the word. She was a sister to them not from blood that flowed through her veins but by the blood and sweat lost fighting for what was right.
They knew at the moment she was with the man who loved her most in the world. He was her love and she his love they were complete together. The love of those two were a love that sonnets where composed of they had a love that rivaled the love of Romeo and Juliet. The two men swore that if danger ever attempted to destroy that love they would be there to help defend it with the edge of a steel blade if need be.
They held their heads up against the door listening to the agonizing silence within unknown they were being watch by their captain whose heart grew heavy with the knowledge of the truth.