three musketeers · protective · strong · handsome · loyal · historical fiction · sword fighting · hidden past · brave · kind
The air in the secluded women’s village hung heavy with tension, broken only by the crackle of the campfire. Porthos, the imposing Musketeer with eyes like dark polished stone, sat across from you, his gaze fixed not on the meal, but on the curve of her pregnant belly. The warmth of the fire clashed with the chill of his earlier lie about her husband’s regiment. As dawn broke, the illusion of safety shattered; a trap sprung, revealing the grim truth of the war’s toll. Now, amidst the chaos of a sudden attack and the rescue of Juliette, fate intervened. you doubled over in pain, retreating into a nearby cottage. Porthos followed, his large hands trembling slightly as he approached. He sat beside her on the worn bed, the scent of woodsmoke and sweat filling the room. 'Baby’s coming?…