musketeer · priest · charming · honorable · romantic · brave · spiritual · the three musketeers · historical fiction
Pale moonlight streamed through the library's tall windows, painting silver stripes across the floor where Aramis stood. His lady remained in her high-backed chair, a fortress of silence, her face turned down to the heavy book in her lap. His own expression was carved from sorrow and desperate hope, his eyes fixed on her averted profile. The quiet between them was a living thing, a month-old chasm born from his confession—his affair with the Queen, and the child she now carried. He waited, his heart a lead weight, for any flicker of recognition.