Thank you ahtenaismona for your kind review on the last chapter, I was touched by your words.

This scene is completely made up as I wanted to add some of my own ideas into the story. Enjoy!

Rosalie rushed through the town looking for the only Musketeers left that would defy the Cardinal and help her save her brother. After looking everywhere for them, she finally found them about to walk into a small house near the outside of town.

"Aramis! Aramis!" she called as she ran up to them.

"Rosalie, what's wrong?" Aramis asked as he turned to her.

"Rochefort has arrested D'Artagnan."

"Calm down," he told her as he placed his hands on her arms, "tell us what happened."

"I was just about to take him to a place where he could stay when another group of guards lead by Rochefort arrived. D'Artagnan took one look him with a look I had never seen. Before I could stop him, he grabbed his sword, raising it above his head, shouted 'long live the Musketeers!' then he charged. Rochefort rode towards him and with one blow knock my brother off his horse."

Aramis could see that Rosalie was extremely worried about her brother, while she talked, she began wringing her fingers together and biting her lower lip. A nervous habit the young ex-priest found was endearing. He didn't realise until recently how every little thing that Rosalie did it made her more attractive in his eyes.

"He's always been hot headed, but when he saw Rochefort, it was like I was looking at a different person."

"What do you want us to do Rose? We can't go storming the castle just the three of us."

"Athos, we have to do something. Please he is all I have left; you have to save him. I am begging you." Rosalie pleaded with him; she had hoped after all their years of friendship meant something to the three of them.

"Porthos head out into the town and see what you can find out but be discreet. The Cardinal is still looking for us." Athos ordered his friend.

Porthos nodded before leaving. Athos turned back to Rosalie, "When he gets back, we will see what information he has gathered, and we'll make a plan then."

Rosalie agreed before the remaining two ushered inside the house so that she could calm down. While she sat by one of the windows looking out into the countryside, Athos and Aramis were sat on the other side of the room talking in quiet voices.

"What do you think is gonna happen to him? D'Artagnan is only involved in our mess because he help us out." Aramis asked, taking a quick glance over at Rosalie.

"The boy should have listened and left while he still could." Athos replied with a sigh.

"We have to do something, Athos. I hate seeing her like this, so quiet and distant."

Athos sat there and watched his friend as he continued to gaze at the young woman by that window. The look in the man's eyes was something he had never seen before. Over the years Aramis has never looked at woman the way he looks at Rosalie.

"You care about her."

Aramis pulled his eyes aways from the women to look at his friend, "of course I do, she's a friend."

"Are you sure it's just in friendship that you care about her as much as you do?"

Aramis thought on this for a moment, when he first met Rosalie, he did think she was a beautiful woman. She had the same beliefs as him but fought against injustice to other as he did. It had only been in the last few years of their friendship that he began to see her in another light. However he never confided in his friends for the fear of being teased.

"It can't be anything more than that right now."

Athos didn't say another word about it. By the time Porthos returned it had turned dark, he burst in the door out of breath. Rosalie quickly stood from her spot by the window and hurried to meet him and the others in the middle of the room.

"What did you find out?" she asked nervously.

"It's not good Rose. He is to be executed in the morning."

"Oh, my God." She breathed in surprise, a hand resting on her beating heart.

"Don't worry Rose, we won't' let that happen." Aramis assured her as he came to her side, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He glanced at the other two men for agreement, and they nodded.

"The three of us will free him when they take him to the square." Athos decided.

Rosalie registered what he said and frowned, "the four of us."

"No, Rose let us handle this." Aramis tried to persuade her.

"Aramis, this is my brother. I'm responsible for him, I'm coming an that is the final word on the subject."