Chapter 2

D'artagnan awoke head banging and the hangover feeling snapped him back to reality, he wasn't at the garrison his new home nor his lodgers though it was unlikely he would be there in the first place. He was no where he had encountered before all he could see was new and all he could smell was what seemed like gascon air. But why would he be back in his hometown? His farm was destroyed and he had no home to go to around here then why was he here. His arms felt sore and heavy and his legs ached as though he had been walking for a long time, he so dearly needed to stretch but something bound his wrists and ankles together looking down he heaved a sigh of relief. Rope, athos had taught himself to get free from it but the banging in his head made it hard for him to concentrate when his senses were blacked out.

T least he thought they were with his hangover he couldn't really concentrate on hearing anything and with the sack back over his head he certainly couldn't smell or see anything and he has enough common sense to not to lick the bag to see if he was still alive.

"you have to go quick ill look around my husbands quarters to see if anything is suspicious but you must leave before he comes back and finds all this suspicious" constance shoved the men out of her house and retreated to the kitchen where she remembered her first kiss with dartagnan he had told her he loved her but then quickly tried to cover it up they had both lunged together wanting each other as much as the next two and if it wasn't for her careless mistakes out in the street they wouldn't be like this, her in tears and him somewhere else. If only she had kept herself to herself left him in the gutter but her respectable self wouldn't let her do that.

But she knew with everytime she spent with him she was falling more and more in love with him and she knew it was all going to end up with one or the other breaking someone elses heart but she had no heart to stop him when she wanted him as much as he wanted her and she couldn't bear that she woud be the one to ruin all of that for both of them.

But now it has gotten them like this and it hurts her so darn much she wishes she had never met him so this wouldn't happen and at the same time she was glad she met him he brought a new sense of direction in her life unlike when she was with her husband the only direction wa plodding along and sure he had told her he had wanted kids but he had made no movement on he offer and now he thought of her as the common whore who throws herself at any man she deems fit. It sort of hurts when she willingly agreed at the age of 19 (for the prosperity of her parents) to marry the clothe merchant, she had always felt herself an okay woman but he had never once given her a second glance.

She felt no need to dress in overly slutty clothes as she always believed she didn but that man made her have second thoughts made her feel self conscious it was a change in her life a she always believed she was the better looking out of three sisters. M. Bonacieux didn't make her feel that way he was a man of money and only needed a marriage to get a housekeeper. Once again this hurt the man never seemed to pay attention to herbut then she met dartagnan the young gascon. The young fit man obviously he was young but he was still older than herself by a few years, he took her life on a high ride through fights, she even ended up killing a man to save him, he taught her swodfighting and how to shoot. He was her drug he never backed down from her and she always went to him. And then he proclaimed his love for her putting everything else on hold and it was just them.

Then her husband came back.

And it all went downhill.