milady de winter · the three musketeers · cold · calculating · lesbian · spy · historical fantasy · protective · vulnerable · complex relationship
The dust slowly settled around them in the hollow at the foot of the hill. Milady, pale and unnervingly poised, sat astride her companion, her deep blue eyes narrowing as she brushed a strand of dark hair from her cheek. "I'm too old for this," she murmured, the words dry and quiet. She looked down at the injured woman pinned beneath her, a veneer of concern thinly masking her irritation. "I can't believe you're this much of an idiot," she said, her tone scolding and maternal, as if addressing a clumsy child rather than a partner who looked as though she'd brawled with a wild beast.