Round 3

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Fill: Dreams unto an Exile (TW: Slavery, violence) 6/6 COMPLETE

[(Anonymous)]

Court the next day drags on and on as everyone tells the King how glad they are he’s back and how much he was missed in the last weeks and how worried they were for him. It’s all the same and it blurs after a while.

Athos nudges d'Artagnan abruptly and he stumbles forward a step, bowing in confusion when Louis looks at him. “Ah, d'Artagnan! The Musketeer who made my cure possible.” He smiles gently.

“It was my honour, sire,” d'Artagnan says, vaguely wondering what the official story here is.

“We will not forget what you have sacrificed for us,” Louis says, shifting to more formal language. “d'Artagnan, you are now and forever King’s Champion to the House of Bourbon. Do you accept?”

d'Artagnan shifts, desperately wanting to look back at the others but not daring to. “I – such an honour, your majesty, I’m not sure I…”

“Don’t worry,” Louis says, amusement in his voice. “We would not dream of separating you from your brothers.” Lowering his voice and gesturing d'Artagnan closer, he adds, “It’s mostly ceremonial; you get to stand around and look fierce when I meet foreign diplomats.”

“I do that anyway, sire,” d'Artagnan murmurs. Anne is looking highly amused as she watches them.

“Yes, but now you get to do it from on the dias,” Louis says. “And you will have special responsibility for the Dauphin on state occasions. d'Artagnan,” he adds, more seriously, “I cannot thank you publicly for what you have done for me. Allow me this much.”

d'Artagnan takes a step back, sweeping into a deep bow. There’s only one possible answer here; he doesn’t need to look at Athos to know it. “Your majesty, I accept most gratefully,” he says clearly.

“Excellent,” Louis says cheerfully. “Rochefort, ensure that my new Champion receives an appropriate allowance. He’ll need a new uniform to start with.” Rochefort is too much the courtier to show any disgust, only bowing politely. d'Artagnan smothers a grin when Rochefort throws a glare at him. A chance to ruin some of Rochefort’s plans, to turn the king back towards Treville and the Musketeers; this is worth anything.

“Captain Treville,” Louis says loudly, “we have heard reports of slavers abducting our citizens and spiriting them beyond our borders. You will root out this foul business and end it. Whatever resources you need, you shall have. We will not see our people harmed for one day longer. Rochefort, see it done.”

“Of course, your majesty,” Rochefort agrees smoothly, and if the look he gives Treville could have killed him, no one comments on it.

“We have one more task for you, Rochefort,” Louis continues. “d'Artagnan was aided on his quest by a man named Pepin. This man gave his life in protection of ours. You are charged with finding his family and ensuring that they are looked after. A new job, or a pension. We trust you to see to the details.”

“Of course, your majesty,” Rochefort agrees, bowing.

“Please keep me informed,” d'Artagnan says politely. “I would like to speak to Madame Pepin, once she’s settled. There are things I should tell her.”

“Of course,” Rochefort repeats in exactly the same tone.

“Well, I declare Court finished for the day,” Louis announces. “You’ll excuse me, everyone, I feel the need to visit with my wife and son. Dismissed.”

Constance is waiting outside; Athos and the others wander away a few steps, talking loudly about absolutely nothing. d'Artagnan props one shoulder against the wall, watching Constance fiddle with her fingers.

“Where’ve you been?” she asks finally.

d'Artagnan swallows. “Looking for – the king’s physician needed something, rare – to help him,” he stutters finally.

“Well, if that’s not a cover for something,” Constance mutters.

d'Artagnan reaches out to catch her hands, stilling them. “If I could tell you,” he murmurs. “I’m under orders.”

“Of course,” she agrees half heartedly. Freeing one hand, she tugs gently on a lock of d'Artagnan’s hair; it’s only just beginning to grow back out, and it will take months before it falls as it did before. “What happened here?”

“I had to cut it.”

“Are you under orders for that, too?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” she agrees with a sigh. “Your brothers – you were missed, d'Artagnan.”

“I missed everyone. You have no idea how much. But I was doing my duty.”

“Does that make it easier to bear?”

“Not even a little.” He lifts her hand to his lips, turning away before he can give in to his desires.

Aramis wraps an arm around his shoulders and Porthos nudges him sympathetically. “Come along, Sir Champion. Time to get you training again, see how badly your skills have atrophied.”

“Your faith in me is inspiring, Aramis,” d'Artagnan protests. Aramis laughs, steering him out, and d'Artagnan follows, basking in the feeling of brotherhood.

Re: Fill: Dreams unto an Exile (TW: Slavery, violence) 6/6 COMPLETE

[kyele]

So much love for this fic. I like how Louis got to have some real character growth! The structure of this fic was very much in keeping with the show's; I feel like this could easily have been scripted and filmed as a replacement for the episode (or as the second half of a two-parter) and it would have been as good or better than many. Even d'Artagnan's conversation with Constance at the end was in-character and pitch-perfect. Thanks for writing, I really enjoyed it!