The fever still raged, four days since Aramis had brought d'artagan back home in a state and still Constance had made no improvement or signs that's she was getting better. Francious was back to her normal self playing and being the cute little girl she was. D'artganan was at better spirits since Aramis had been visiting and the children and him had been having some fun, even in the circumstances they still smiled.
The queen had sent food and supplies over to the garrison and had wished d'artagan and family all the best.
As d'artganan was sitting next to Constance's bedside he thought about all the memories, suddenly a light moan caught his attention and as he turned he saw Constance's huge eyes staring up at him.
"Constance, your awake." D'artganan sighed , " I want to see them" Constance whispered, "I'll go and get the children.." d'artagan said. " NO, I mean your brothers, Aramis and porthos and Athos!, I might die and I want to see them before I do" she said before falling unconscious again.
D'artagan was astonished he hadn't spoken to Athos in ages and porthos was in Bordeaux, at least he could summon Aramis and find a way to make his dying wife's wish come true.
Running down the corridor sweating and shouting the first ministers name the small cadet Amon entered quite dramatically arms flailing around in distress with and order from the captain to come immediately to the garrison.
Aramis didn't think he had been so flustered and worried over a woman since the queen was almost executed so many years ago, he also realised how unfit he was despite the regular sparring with the dauphin he still was unfit. "D'ARTAGAN, D'ARTGANAN, are you okay?" He shouted.
"God Aramis you could've knocked "said a rather grumpy but familiar voice. Opening the door he wasn't expecting to see a tall handsome porthos towering over him, " such sad circumstances we meet upon though my friend , but it's good to see you even if you look out of place in all that finery. " porthos said. " what sad circumstances? Has she died? Asked Aramis , "no god no, not yet anyway but she's close." Aramis' face saddened when he saw d'artganan sitting by the fire telling the children about their mother. They were so young, too young the little one wouldn't even remember his mother barely. "How is he?" Aramis said nodding his head over tit he family. "He's holding up just, surprised at how much the kid has grown, he's a father now, mind you we all are, we all have lovely women in our lives no matter how misplaced our romances are." But one of our own is about to lose his and he hasn't even granted her dying wish, where is that bastard Athos, you'd think that with d'artagan sending him a letter stating the emergency of the situation he'd come at once, Gascony is farther than Bordeaux but I made it here, three days ago.
All of a sudden an agonising scream came from the bedroom and d'artagan ran in there. Slamming open the door to see a woman he called strong arching her back and screaming with all her might for death to claim her was painful enough, he couldn't imagine what d'artagan was feeling. Then she stopped, there was no breath and no heartbeat just plain deafening silence that ripped through them all. D'artganan stalked out the room and started to punch the wall, Aramis guided the children out of the room and tell them about what had happened.