Chap 20 King Charles II P.O.V
I remember the moment I received D'Artagnan's letter. Telling me the further pain of this young woman has had to endure. I know I was the last person he wanted to ask for help. But I also knew I had to come to help in any way possible.
The moment I arrived at LeHavre I headed for the inn. I wanted to rest before I headed to Paris and to send a message to let D'Artagnan know I was in France. As soon as I arrived at the inn. I saw the man who loves Jacqueline more than the air he breaths. He was standing before me his eyes filled with the fear I see still.
Their love is meant to live on to show others that love is worth the risk of any danger they may face. There are few that know the type of love those two know within their hearts.
The moment D'Artagnan's father arrived back at the inn carrying the motionless body of Jacqueline I knew the true danger she faced within her life. D'artagnan's father had tears spilling from his eyes as he kept begging for her to live.
I stand here now with a heavy heart as the doctor tells us there is nothing else more he can do for her. That she is in the need of our prayers to help her now. I paid the doctor with some coins I had brought along.
D'Artagnan sank to his knees beside the woman who held his love within her heart. The love within his heart seemed to be spilling from his fragile spirit in the form of tears.
I have only seen his strength before and not his weakness that is so apparent at this time. Love can make the strongest man weak. I envy the man that has the love I desire most in this world. Jacqueline's name is forever engraved within my heart.
I wish I could hate D'Artagnan for what I can not have, but my heart will never allow that. My heart is now belongs for her happiness and not for my own greed. I only desire her treasured friendship from this moment on.
I know now that she would never have been happy as my queen. Her life needs adventure and passion. She needs a man to embrace her fiery spirit and not to extinguish her burning passion for justice.
The beauty of this woman shows in everything she does. She fights for honor of those who can not. She has a fierceness in any battle, but only wants to give hope to those who have no hope left within there lives.
I envy her King and France for the type of loyalty she gives it is quite extraordinary. She gives up her freedom for what she believes is right.
I know with all of my power and wealth, I will never have what I see Jacqueline and D'Artagnan have. They have a wealth far greater than gold or jewels. They have a love that seems to reach far beyond the heavens above. And for that I am grateful to have even been given a glimpse in to that great fortune.