The world had been anything but kind of late. The world, at least, as they had lived it on the other side of the door to Paris.
The fact that the Queen had returned and that she herself would soon return to face the monstrosity of Rochefort and the dangers that accompanied the things he knew of the Queen, and of Aramis, weighed too heavily on Constance's mind to allow rest. It was because of this that she reached for a spot of goodness among the bad, remembering the Queen's soft, sad smile as she had spoken of what had been between them as being a window into a life she might've lived.
Once, she might have questioned Aramis' motive in having done something so mad and foolhardy as to sleep with the Queen of France, of all the women in the world. Had she not heard her friend speak of her time with Aramis as having been so precious to her, she surely would have. All that had been left was of the question of what motivation Aramis had had beyond the fact that the Queen was as lovely as she was. After all, she could understand all too well why Anne had stolen a night with a man who was not her husband when she was so trapped by who and what she was.
She did not break contact with him while he spoke, but listened and watched the emotion he held for the woman who had become her friend. Sympathy as much as understanding lived within her as she nodded, telling him after a moment, "I'm glad." With all the consequences that might come of it, she felt she needed to say, "It cannot go on, you know that, but I am glad you both were allowed that memory."
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Date: 2015-06-20 12:21 am (UTC)The fact that the Queen had returned and that she herself would soon return to face the monstrosity of Rochefort and the dangers that accompanied the things he knew of the Queen, and of Aramis, weighed too heavily on Constance's mind to allow rest. It was because of this that she reached for a spot of goodness among the bad, remembering the Queen's soft, sad smile as she had spoken of what had been between them as being a window into a life she might've lived.
Once, she might have questioned Aramis' motive in having done something so mad and foolhardy as to sleep with the Queen of France, of all the women in the world. Had she not heard her friend speak of her time with Aramis as having been so precious to her, she surely would have. All that had been left was of the question of what motivation Aramis had had beyond the fact that the Queen was as lovely as she was. After all, she could understand all too well why Anne had stolen a night with a man who was not her husband when she was so trapped by who and what she was.
She did not break contact with him while he spoke, but listened and watched the emotion he held for the woman who had become her friend. Sympathy as much as understanding lived within her as she nodded, telling him after a moment, "I'm glad." With all the consequences that might come of it, she felt she needed to say, "It cannot go on, you know that, but I am glad you both were allowed that memory."