Disclaimer: I sadly still do not own the Musketeers and I am not making any profit off of them (If I did they would be filming serie 3,4,5 and well you get the idea all, all at once). This is part of the "Emilie" episode, which made my unconventional shipping heart happy and where I got the idea of Constance and Aramis. Some of the dialogue is word for word from the episode. The start explains how Aramis got there and the rest is what happened after. Enjoy!

"Aramis, Aramis, come quickly." The Queen called from the opening of the tent where he had left them a few hours earlier.

He was seated by the fire near the tent. He ran into the tent to find Constance thrashing on her cot and suddenly Constance bolted up off the cot with the Queen grasping her arm. She felt like she could not get enough air.

"Constance, what is it? You were crying out in your sleep." The Queen rubbed her arm comfortingly.

"It was so real," A strangled noise left her throat. "I was there and -"

"Shhh you were dreaming." Aramis looked at her willing her to calm merely with his voice and a comforting hand on her shoulder. He had rarely seen her so frightened and it unnerved him. The whole situation was unnerving to him. Anne should not be here and neither should Constance.

"I've never felt anything like it before." Constance rock herself slightly trying to stave off the nausea building from the vividness of her dream. "I was so scared." She felt hysteria starting to take hold of her.

"God granted you a prophesy." Emilie intruded upon the trio.

"You're wrong." Constance struggled to get her breath back. "I hope you're wrong."

"You can't reject the truth once it is revealed." Emilie walked away from the small group.

The Queen hugged Constance, while Aramis looked over at Emlie's mother and a horrid feeling crept into his bones. "Constance, lie back." He smoothed her sweat soaked bangs off of her head and guided her back down on the cot. She was burning up. He asked Anne to stay with her and he went to find a cloth and a bowl of cool water. He returned back and smoothed the cloth across her brow. Anne retreated back to her cot, but watched the two with interest. The panicked look was still in Constance's eyes. "Rest, Constance, rest." He refeshed the cloth and left it across her forehead. He moved to stand when Constance grabbed his arm. "Easy, shhh." He pushed her back onto the cot and placed the cloth back on her forehead. "You need to rest. No one is going to hurt you."

"Aramis, please stay. I am so frightened." She still had a death grip on his arm, which he pried off and took her hand in his, rubbing a slow circle on the back of her hand.

He could feel her blood pounding beneath her skin. "Shhh you have no reason to be frightened. I am right here. I will keep you safe, I swear. No one is going to hurt you. Shhh. You're okay. Just rest."

The warmth from his eyes was the first warmth that Constance felt since she awoke. Aramis was always such a calming influence to her and she was so relieved that he was with her now. "Please don't leave me." The feeling he would walk away began to take hold. In her dream she felt alone and was not keen on him leaving any time soon.

"I'll be right here, but I need you to rest." He ran the back of his fingers against her flushed cheek and the gesture seemed to calm her. He had never been this close to Constance, to really look at her, without her walls up. She was always confident even in the face of danger. This was not the first nightmare that she had under his watch, but this one was far more concerning.

She was still burning up. Her body was drenched in a light sheen, but she was beautiful even in her current state. The fever had flushed her cheeks. It reminded him of a few of the blushes they had produced from her during their various escapades, where he usually earned a slap at some point, but she was practically one of them these days. Yet at this moment she looked so vulnerable. He refreshed the cloth again and smoothed the rest of her hair back against the pillow. He could see her struggling to keep her eyes open. He had a feeling her fatigue was due to her fever, which he suspected they could chalk up to the soup, which in turn was also the reason she was fighting to keep her eyes open. "Sleep." He whispered and finally he felt her body relax into the blankets and she fell into a fitful light sleep. She was moving around quite a bit, but she was not calling out in distress, so he thought he would let the soup and fever work its way out of her system. It was going to be a long night.