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A stabbing pain in the neck woke Aramis up. Damn, he had fallen asleep. He was just about to get up off the floor, when the door to Queen Anne's rooms opened.

"Aramis?" the queen asked, astonished. "What are you doing here?"

Aramis got to his feet. "Your Majesty, certain things have happened tonight and I need to speak with you. Porthos has slept in front of your door as well, I assume he's at breakfast."

"Marguerite, please take care of my son. And you, Aramis, enter."

Marguerite stared at Aramis, she knew that what the had had, was just an affair, but for her it was more. Jealousy of the queen tormented her.

As soon as the door closed, Aramis felt compelled to kiss her, but he refrained.

"Why did you sleep in front of my rooms?" the beautiful queen asked.

"We suspected that someone might wish to harm you and your son."

Anne looked at him, uncertain. "What gave you that idea?"

"Madame Bonacieux overheard a discussion between Milady de Winter and Rochefort last night. He is in love with you and demands that Milady get the king out of the way. For her part, Milady has threatened to harm you or your son if he continues to threaten her."

"Where is Constance? Why didn't she tell me?"

Aramis noticed how upset the queen was and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Rochefort caught her overhearing. Athos and I found her badly beaten in the tavern."

"Oh no, how is she?"

"She has a couple of broken ribs and a concussion. D'Artagnan is taking care of her."

Anne had tears in her eyes. Aramis knew that they might be in danger of being discovered, but he just had to take her into his arms. "She is alright, don't worry. She's in the best hands with D'Artagnan, better than with her husband."

Anne smiled at him. "It's the same for me. I feel safer with you than at the castle surrounded by 100 guards." She rose on her tiptoes and kissed Aramis.

Both of them did not notice that Marguerite had opened the door and saw them. Shocked, the closed the door again and hurried down the corridor, right into Rochefort's hands.

"Marguerite, why so upset?" he asked.

"I loved him," she answered, clearly distraught. "I gave myself to him, but the whole time he loved her."

The captain of the Red Guard looked at her questioningly. "What are you talking about?"

"The queen has kissed Aramis and he kissed her back. I suspected it, the way they looked at each other, he never looked at me like that," she sobbed.

A fire began to rage in Rochefort's eyes and pure hatred spread through his body. He pushed Marguerite aside. "Go back to your rooms and make yourself presentable again."

With quick steps he hurried towards the queen's rooms.

With a heavy heart, Aramis ended the kiss. "As much as I love to kiss you and wish for more, we can't do it. I'm putting you in danger and I risk your life and that of our son."

Anne caressed his cheek. "You are worth every danger."

Aramis grinned at her. "I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you or to our son."

"With you around nothing could ever happen to us. And do me a favour – don't treat me like a queen when we're alone. Don't be so formal, treat me like the woman you would give your heart to. Can you take me to Constance?"

Aramis nodded.

"I will go change and come outside."

"Good, I'll wait outside your door," Aramis answered.

When he left the room, he saw Rochefort storming towards him in a rage.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be downstairs with Porthos?"

"I am waiting for the queen, she has ordered me to wait her for her," the musketeer replied, smiling.

Anne opened the door.

"Your Majesty," Rochefort said, bowing.

"Rochefort," she answered, coolly. "Aramis and Porthos will accompany me to the garrison to see Constance. "There will be repercussions. As soon as I am back, I will speak to the king about the matter."

"It was…." Rochefort began.

"Be silent. I will not need your services any longer. Constance is my friend and I do not wish you to be around me any longer. Aramis will take that place. The king will have to decide if he wants to continue relying on your services or if you will rot in jail." With these words the queen of France left the captain of the Red Guard standing and went down stairs with Aramis to meet Porthos.

Now Rochefort's rage knew no bounds, the musketeers and the queen's friend had to be gotten out of the way, they were destroying everything. He had loved her since his earliest childhood, had always sworn to be there for her. Even when she was sent to France, he had followed her, but now she had found someone she trusted more than him.

Aramis and Porthos helped the queen mount her horse. Anne had decided to ride herself, it had been far too long since she had been free to ride across the fields.

"Can we take the long way, along the city wall? It has been such a long time since I've been on a horse."

Porthos looked at Aramis and both men began to grin.

"How about a bet, Your Majesty? The first to be in the city?"

Anne grinned back at them. "Let's go."

Aramis looked at his friend. "Porthos, how could you?"

Both gave their horses a gentle kick and galloped after the queen.