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Constance awoke with a bad headache. She sat up and immediately felt that stabbing pain in her ribs again. She gritted her teeth and looked around the room. D'Artagnan was lying on the floor in front of her bed and the sight almost broke her heart. He was the first man who gave her the feeling that he respected her. A smile formed on her lips, but even that hurt. She looked around again and saw a mirror on the wall at the other side of the room. Carefully she got up and walked the few paces through the room.
D'Artagnan was woken by a smothered cry. Immediately he got to his feet and found the woman he loved standing in front of the mirror. It took him less than a second to stand behind her, ready to support her if her strength should fail.
"I can't go outside like this," Constance said, distractedly.
D'Artagnan gently wrapped his arm around her waist. "Good, then I'll have you to myself a little longer."
"I can't remember that he hit me in the face more than once. After the first hit, everything went dark. I don't even remember how I managed to get into the city or to the tavern," Constance said in a toneless voice.
The heart of the young musketeer began to beat wildly. The thought of what Rochefort had done made pure hatred rise within him. The man had hurt the woman he loved, had hit her when she was already on the ground.
"He won't hurt you again, I promise. From now on I will always be close to you," D'Artagnan whispered softly into her ear.
"I can't go back to the castle. Rochefort knows that I told you everything. I have to go back to Bonacieux," Constance sobbed.
D'Artagnan turned her around to face him and put his arms around her. "I won't let you go back, no matter what you say. I let you go once, although I knew that you love me. I won't do that a second time. Do you think Bonacieux will look after you, take care of you or see to it that Rochefort doesn't come close to you again?"
Constance shook her head. "No, I think not."
"I don't care what you say or what the people will say. I love you and I won't let you go," D'Artagnan said seriously, looking deep into her eyes.
Constance couldn't look away, she saw just how serious he was. "Kiss me."
That was something the youngest musketeer didn't need to be told twice. He kissed her gently so as not to cause her any pain.
"You should lie down again and rest. I'll get you something to eat," he said caringly.
Constance nodded. She could feel her legs getting too heavy and she was glad to lie back down.
"I won!" The queen smiled brightly.
Aramis grinned. "You did indeed, Your Majesty, and it wasn't because I let you win."
"And I certainly didn't," Porthos grumbled, slightly disappointed. He hadn't counted on the queen being quite such a good rider. "Where did you learn to ride like that, Your Highness?"
"I wasn't exactly the quietest child at court. I always got away and spent a lot of times around the stable hands. The king and queen were not very happy that I galloped through the woods."
Aramis didn't look at her, but his smile grew larger. This woman was incredible and she could be so sexily un-queenly.
"So, what is my prize?" Queen Anne asked, turning to Porthos.
He looked at her, astonished. "I don't possess anything of great value, Your Highness."
"Porthos, I didn't speak of money or something of great value," she answered.
"Well, then how about a good if plain meal at the garrison?"
"That sounds perfect," the queen of France replied.
"Your Majesty, please stay close to us now," Aramis said in a serious tone, when they had reached Paris. The ride to the garrison went without a hitch. Treville and the other musketeers were astonished to see Anne. Treville immediately took his musketeers aside. "What did you think, bringing the queen here?"
Before the two friends could answer, Anne spoke up." It was on my orders. I want to see Constance."
"Very well. D'Artagnan!" the captain called out.
The youngest musketeer entered from the kitchen with bread, cheese, fruit and water for his beloved.
"Your Royal Highness," he said, startled.
"Hello, D'Artagnan. I heard what happened and I would like to see Constance," Anne answered friendly.
"Of course. Follow me."
They went upstairs, Aramis following Anne. Porthos headed for the kitchen to make good on his lost bet.
"Constance, I have a visitor for you," D'Artagnan said as he opened the door.
Slowly, Constance sat up, holding her still aching ribs.
Anne froze for a moment, subconsciously reaching for Aramis' hand. He froze when ne noticed D'Artagnan's look.
"Oh my God, Constance, what did he do to you?" Anne went over to her friend and sat on the bed beside her.
"We'll give you a moment," D'Artagnan said, pushing Aramis out of the door.
"I saw it. Is that why you give me all that good advice?" D'Artagnan asked his friend.
"You're reading more into it than there was," Aramis answered.
"I don't think so. This is why I don't see a woman at your side anymore. You encourage me when it comes to Constance and you seek the close company of the queen whenever you can and she does the same," D'Artagnan stated logically.
Aramis relented. "Keep it to yourself, otherwise it could cost me my head. And by the way, Constance knows." With these words he went downstairs, leaving a bewildered D'Artagnan behind.
Tears were running down Anne's face. "How could Rochefort do that to you?"
The cloth merchant's wife tried to smile. "Your Majesty, please, you don't have to cry, I'm fine. The bruises will fade. Although I won't be able to return to the palace anytime soon. I'm afraid of Rochefort, he knows I spoke with the musketeers."
The queen took her hand. "I understand completely, Constance, but I can't let you go. You're the only ally I have and my friend. I will see to it that the king throws Rochefort in jail and that D'Artagnan and Aramis will stay at the castle until the matter has been resolved. But first you need to rest for a few days. Do you need anything?"
"Thank you. I need some clothes, but I will fetch them from home myself today."
"No, you won't. You will get some rest and I will see to your clothes. It's exciting to see the city like this. Now, eat something, while Aramis and I will fetch your things."
Constance thanked the queen who had become a friend for her.
"Aramis!" Anne called down the stairs. Immediately the father of her son jumped up. "What can I do for you, Your Highness?"
"I need a cloak and a horse. Constance needs some clothes. She will stay here until she is well again, then she will return to the palace. And to guarantee her safety, mine and that of my son, I demand that you and D'Artagnan will move to the palace, too."
Treville looked at the queen. "I think this is a very good plan, but I would like to give you Athos and Porthos as well."
"I would prefer that too. Thank you," the queen of France nodded.
Porthos handed her a cloak and together with Aramis she rode off towards the Bonacieux house.