Rosalie, after being playfully ordered by the Queen was taking a well-earned stroll through the woods, she didn't want to leave her Queen in the palace with the Cardinal, that man was a creep however the Queen insisted that she would be fine.

She hadn't seen her three Musketeer troublemakers, since the Cardinal had Rochefort disband them and they were not at the headquarters when it happened. She prayed that all three of them where keeping out of trouble.

She was walking around the carmes-deschaux monastery, well what was left of it when she heard a voice not far from where she stood.

"Athos, you cannot fight this boy." Porthos.

"Why not?" Athos.

"I'm fighting him."

"Not until 1:00." Oh God, D'Artagnan.

"I have a duel with him too." His smooth voice almost made her stop in her tracks. Aramis.

"Not until 2:00."

Rosalie heard a soft chuckle as she slowly made her way towards the group. Just as she turned the corner, she saw the three older men had revealed themselves to be (former) Musketeers.

"You're a Musketeer?" her brother asked surprised. He clearing didn't know this before he challenged them to duels, but then again, she knew that wouldn't have stopped him. He always was stubborn, even as a young boy. Their father was once a Musketeer and since he was little D'Artagnan had always wanted to be one too.

"You're all Musketeers?"

"Correction, they were Musketeers." Rosalie spoke making her presence known as she joined the group.

"Rosalie?" D'Artagnan asked surprised to see her.

"Hello little brother." She smiled at him as she took a few steps closer. D'Artagnan smiled happily. It had been a few years since he had seen her, but they sent letters all the time.

When she was within arm's reach her brought her into a much-needed brother hug. As she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head in the middle of his chest, he was a head taller than her. A single tear ran down her cheek, he'd grown so much.

"Bother?" Three voices asked at once sounding surprised, caused the siblings to pull apart. She nodded at them and held eye contact with Aramis the longest, to which the man smirked at her, which caused her to blush a little. Always the charmer.

"Well it was nice to see you Rosalie, but we have some business to attend to, unless of course, you'd like to make it for a later date?" Athos said, directing the question to the young boy in front of him.

"No," D'Artagnan answered as he removed his arm from around his sisters shoulders where he had rested it after their hug, "I'm a man of honour, but believe me when I say that killing you will bring me no pleasure," he then turned to Aramis and Porthos, "I'll be with you gentlemen in a moment."

"Oh, he's a feisty little fellow." Porthos commented.

"Feisty indeed," Aramis agreed before glancing over at Rosalie, "has he always been so?"

"Ever since he was a young boy," Rosalie sighed as she leaned back against the wall and got comfortable, "I might as well get some excitement today."

Both men side glanced each other with mirrored smirks, she always did like a good fight.

However before the duel could begin, the sound of hoofbeats headed in their direction stopped them. The group turned towards the sound and Rosalie instantly stood straight at the sight of the red tunics.

"Only a fool would try and arrest us twice in one day." Athos' remark made Rosalie mentally sigh. Great!

"You're under arrest."

Aramis and Porthos turned to each other, "a fool."

"What did you boys do?" The young woman asked pinching the bridge of her nose.

"What makes you think we did anything?" Porthos asked feigning hurt.

Without a word, she gave them a look that suggested that she didn't believe him.

"The boy and woman are of no interest to me. they are free to go. You coming peacefully, or do you intend to resist?"

"Oh, don't be so stupid. Of course we intend to resist you. Just give us a moment all right?" Porthos sassed, making Rosalie giggle into her hand. Aramis turned his head to her as she did and gave her a sly wink.

The guard looked a little surprised but didn't move.

"Five of them, three of us. Hardly seems fair," Porthos noted pushing away my brother.

"Maybe we should give them a chance to surrender?" Aramis suggested.

"Hmm."

"Excuse me, but there are four of us," D'Artagnan reminded them as he stood next to Aramis.

"This is not your fight, boy. You are not a Musketeer." Athos stated coldly.

"I may not wear the tunic, but I believe I have the heart of a Musketeer." Rosalie smiled at her brother, but she couldn't help feeling worried for him. This could get him killed, but she knew he was capable.

The other two seemed to be impressed by him. "Warrior." "Poet."

"You got a name, boy?" Athos asked. He didn't show it on the outside, but on the inside, he was impressed by the boy too.

"D'Artagnan." Both siblings answered. All four of them turned to Rosalie as she came up beside her brother.

"You'd better head bac to the castle, Rose, we don't want you getting mixed up in this more than you already are." Rosalie looked to Aramis as he gently spoke to her.

"Not till I know that you four aren't going to get yourselves killed," she insisted as she looked each of them in the eye, "be careful." She might have spoken to all of them, but she was only looking at her brother and Aramis.

The three Musketeer's looked at each other before Athos introduced them to the young man beside them. Once they had become properly acquainted Porthos broke the silence.

"Everyone acquainted?" the others nodded, before they all turned and drew their swords, "now we are prepared to resist you."

Rosalie stepped back even more with her back pressed against the wall behind her as she quietly watched with bated breath as the fight began. Worriedly she watched as they split up, Athos with one, Aramis with two, Porthos with another one and finally her brother with the one who spoke.

Rosalie tried to keep an eye on her brother, but he moved from her line of sight, so she focused on watching the others. Aramis was the first one to walk back other to her, then Porthos and then finally Athos. She glanced around looking for her brother when Aramis spoke from beside her.

"Take a look at our young friend," he said as he pointed out D'Artagnan who was still fighting his opponent.

"My God, he's still alive." Athos said surprised.

"I would like to hope so," Rosalie said as she joined the three of them, "he was taught by our father, one of the best swordsmen to have ever served in the Musketeers." All three of them looked at her with sad smiles.

Aramis who was standing to her left, grabbed her hand in his gloved one. He remembered when she first came to Paris with her father. She beautiful even back then. Rosalie looked down at the hands before looking back up and smiled, Aramis returned it with one of his own.

The four of them stood and watched as D'Artagnan and the soldier continued to fight from their spot on one of the ruined walls. Rosalie held her breath as her brother knocked off the guards hat wobbling slightly but released it when he did not fall.

A few more moments and D'Artagnan finally disarmed the man in front of him, causing him to lose his footing before fall from the wall to his death. Rosalie shut her eyes tightly as the guard made impact with the grassy ground beneath him.

When D'Artagnan made it back to the ground with the others, his sister released her grip on Aramis's hand and hurried to bring her brother into a tight hug. Aramis smiled at the scene in front of him before he went to pray other the fallen.

As the men began getting their things together, Rosalie stood by Aramis's horse stroking it's nose as it waited for its rider. She looked up from petting the noble animal when she heard Porthos call out to her brother.

"You, boy, are arrogant, hot-tempered and entirely too bold," he complimented her brother making the young woman smile as she went back to stroking the horses muzzle, "I like that. Reminds me of me."

Rosalie glanced at her brother who had a smile on his face. "Don't encourage him," Aramis spoke as he re-joined them, "by helping us, the boy had made himself an outlaw as well."

Rosalie stiffened at the thought of her little brother having a price on his head and being on the Cardinal's hit list. The horse must have sensed her worry as is nudged her shoulder with its head as its ride came to her side.

Rosalie smiled up at him as she handed him the reins, their hands lightly grazed against each other's, her eyes not leaving his. The young women relaxed under his touch as he lightly rubbed his gloved thumb back and forth against her fingers.

"Thank you, Rosalie." Aramis spoke lowly, his hand still holding hers. Rosalie felt her cheeks redden as they continued to gaze at each other. Feeling slightly embarrassed Rosalie quickly pulled her hand from his and took a step back.

Aramis smirked as he grabbed the reins in one hand and climbed up on his horses back settling into the saddle. Rosalie looked up she heard Athos addressed her.

"It was a pleasure to see you Rose, but we must take our leave." Rosalie smiled and nodded taking a step to be beside her brother.

"What about the motto of the Musketeers: All for one and one for all?"

"Wake up, boy. The Musketeers are just a dream." And with that being his last words, Athos urged his horse word and galloped away. Porthos tipped his hat to the women and Aramis gave her a sad smile before they left.

The siblings stood side by side in silence as they both watched the three men leave them alone. They stood like that for a moment more before Rosalie looked to her brother.

"Do you have place to stay?" she asked resting her hand against his shoulder. Her brother looked to her before shaking his head. His sister grinned up at him. "Come on, I'll take you to the local inn."

D'Artagnan took one last look at where his new acquaintances before following his sister over to his horse where he climbed on, Rosalie taking the reins to walk alongside him.

They were about to leave when they heard the sound of hooved beats and men shouting, stopping Rosalie looked in the direction it was coming from and gasped in surprise at the sight of a large group of the Cardinals guards. She also felt herself stiffen at the sight of the man leading them.

"Rochefort." She whispered, gripping the reins in her hand tighter. "Brother you need to leave now, this is not a man you want to fight. Please you must get away while you still can."

D'Artagnan looked down at his sister to see fear in her eyes, but he was stubborn and wouldn't listen. Before she could even consider it, her bother removed his sword from its sheaf.

"Long live the Musketeers!"

"D'Artagnan!" Rosalie yelled as she watched with wide eyes as he rode straight for the guards. She stood in shock as Rochefort drew his sword and headed for her brother. Rosalie gasped before hiding behind a tree and watched as her brother was knocked from his horse to the ground. She watched in horror as the guards surrounded him and one punched him in the face knocking him out.

Tears filled Rosalie's eyes as her brother was dragged back towards the palace to await trial. She waited until they were out of sight before she ran to find the only three men who could help.