Hey everyone! sorry i haven't updated in a while i was hoping to write a lot in my recent break from school but sad times have fallen on my family and i have been needed elsewhere. This is only a short chapter but the next will be nice and long!

"Where were you?" A gruff voice asked watching his friend sit on the wooden stool next to him.

Aramis could barely hear Porthos over the roar of the tavern, loud and rich merchants and poor men alike bellowed with laughter as barmaids filled their cups while thieves and pickpockets looked on, allowing their normal targets to keep whatever money they owned; for they could steal from them another day. Everyone was equal inside the tavern. "I was making sure Serena got home safely." he eventually answered, a small smile tugged at his lips as the remembered their conversation.

Porthos and D'artagnan didn't notice his smile, they nodded and ordered more wine but Athos noticed.

"I think I will take watch over Miss Treville tomorrow." Athos said with a sour tone.

Athos' sudden sharpness caught the others musketeers attention and both were as confused as each other.

Aramis frowned at his odd remark, "No, that is not necessary Athos, Sere- Miss Treville is expecting me tomorrow."

"Well I guess she will be surprised then." Athos insisted, watching Aramis's face twist slightly, it was clear he wanted to be with her tomorrow and probably the days after that.

"Athos I didn't think you liked her." Aramis questioned, he could not understand why his friend was being so awkward about the situation, surely babysitting her for a whole day was something he would want to avoid.

"And I think you like her too much!" Athos almost shouted, frustration clear in his voice.

Porthos and D'artagnan's eyes widen slightly as Aramis stumbled for words. The whole tavern turned and looked at the four with open ears as to find out why voices were being raised. When the heads turned back around the the musketeers turned to looked at Aramis.

"You do like her, don't you." D'artagnan smiled as his friend began to brushed off their accusations.

"She is a charming girl but not my type, she isn't rich for starters." Aramis argued.

"But she is pretty." Porthos added.

"But she is not for me, I have my sights set somewhere else. Anyway what does it matter to you if I did like her?" Aramis asked looking at Athos with a challenging stare.

"She is Treville's niece, Aramis." Athos said coldly. "If he found out you had more then a 'professional' relationship with her, he could denouce youof you title as a musketeer, you would lose everything." he softened his last words as he watched Aramis slouch against the table in defeat. "Maybe if you stayed away from her it would make things easier."

Aramis nodded and returned his stare into his cup of wine, Athos was right as usual, he could lose everything.

Porthos put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder although he denied his feelings, it was obvious to them all how Aramis felt for her. "Finish that and we can get something a bit stronger." he said gesturing to the half full cup of wine on the table.

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