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[mousquetaire]

I just want to be fair.

[ He leans back, though he keeps Alina's hand. ]

I don't know if Hanna will be this understanding.

[solkoroleva]

Probably put it more nicely than you did me. [ She grins. ]

If it's not okay well.... things will sort themselves out eventually. [ Deep sigh. ]

They usually do.

[mousquetaire]

I'll try.

[ Though he's not sure it's ever going to sound particularly nice. D'Artagnan looks at her, fondness creeping into his eyes. ]

That was optimistic, though. Thanks.

[solkoroleva]

[ She smiles as he seems to get better about it, then leans her head on his shoulder. ]

Sorry I reacted badly at first.

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan shakes his head and frowns, making a little sound of objection. ]

You didn't.

I just don't want you to pretend with me. Even if I hurt you, I'd rather know.

[solkoroleva]

I don't have a right to be upset. [ She burrows against his shoulder a little at that. ] That's why I tried to hide it.

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan sighs. He looks down at her, his brow furrowed. ]

You're going to be a married woman, Alina.

[ Gently. ] I can't go down that path again. I'd drive myself mad.

[solkoroleva]

[ Alina sits up abruptly at that, her cheeks a hot flush as she looks at herself and d'Artagnan.

And now she knows. She knows what's happened to him and what she's doing.

She scoots away from him now, not looking at him. ]

I'm sorry. No, you're right. I can't do that to you either.

[mousquetaire]

[ His smile is as gentle as his voice. He reaches for her again. ]

I didn't mean you had to move.

Your husband will be a lucky man. I don't want us to stop being friends.

[solkoroleva]

[ She turns her hand up again as he reaches for her hand. She's so weak. ]

I want to be your friend too.

I'm sorry. I'm so selfish.

[mousquetaire]

[ He tugs her back towards him. She always leans on him. He doesn't want that to change now just because she knows about his past.

Or because of Hanna. D'Artagnan doesn't want to lose Alina. He's selfish, too. ]

Stop. Just come here. I'm the same person I was ten minutes ago, Alina. There's no need to be shy about it now.

[solkoroleva]

[ He tugs her back towards him and... she follows. She climbs back up and curls against him, settling against his side. ]

This is okay, then?

[mousquetaire]

[ He puts his arm back around her. That feels better. ]

It was before. [ He lifts an eyebrow, smiling at her again. ] I don't want things to change. If you didn't sit like this with me, I'd miss you.

[solkoroleva]

[ It does feel better. She breathes more easily and even smiles a little. ]

I'd miss you too.

[ She pauses. Then finally... ] d'Artagnan?

Can I tell you something?

[mousquetaire]

[ He settles back, more content now. He's also more than happy for the subject to move away from himself, so he nods. ]

You can tell me anything. I promise.

[solkoroleva]

[ She curls back with him as he leans back, smiling a little more. She can trust him. She knows she can. ]

Sturmhond's real name is Nikolai Lantsov. He's not a pirate, either. At least, not anymore.

He's a king. He's the King of Ravka.

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan gazes uncertainly at her for a moment, not quite taking that in. At first he only seems bemused. ]

Your country has a pirate king?

[ Then, slowly, it dawns on him, and his eyes widen. ]

You're marrying the pirate king?!

[solkoroleva]

[ Pirate king.

She laughs at that, her laugh coming out in a shock. ]

No! He was a privateer, not a true pirate. He had the right paperwork and stole from enemies to supply our country when others feared to do so. [ Oh she might cry. She's telling Nikolai this later. ]

And he was a prince before he was ever a privateer. He eventually stopped being a privateer to return to court life as a Prince and... now he's King.

[mousquetaire]

[ Even France's colourful court doesn't bear a story like this. The crown prince could not simply leave the palace and go off to fight. There'd be all around panic. D'Artagnan would probably be sent after him.

But this...all of this means that Alina... ]

And you'll be his Queen.

[ He gazes at her, eyes focused intently on her face. All this time, and she'd never mentioned it. She'd worried about being a Blue leader. And she was going to be a Queen.

After a moment, though, he shakes his head. The surprise melts away into another smile, and he takes her hand. ]

A Musketeer in your midst, and you don't think to mention that you're royalty? It would have only taken a moment.

[solkoroleva]

[ She gives him a moment to think about it all. Process it.

Put it all together.

He finally seems to understand. Nikolai is a King and she's marrying him. Alina Lantsov. Queen of Ravka. Even in her head it still sounds ridiculous. Almost as bad Sankta Alina, honestly.

She blushes as he takes her hand. ]

Nikolai didn't want anyone to know. And it's his secret to tell. He told Athos, though, so I asked if I could share it with you.

You're my best friend and I don't want any secrets between us. I want you to know everything about me.

[ She squeezes his hand. ] But you are not allowed to start treating me like royalty!

[mousquetaire]

[ So Athos knows. Well that's a relief, now he won't have to worry about hiding it from him. He would have, though, for Alina's sake. ]

So Athos was living with a King all along. That'll please him.

[ D'Artagnan concentrates on Alina, though. She's right. She's his best friend, he knows her. And he knows she's just told him something terribly personal.

So, it's obvious what he has to do. ]

I won't, I swear. Aside from bowing when you enter a room. Oh, and calling you 'your majesty'.

And following you, so I can protect you. Other than that, it'll be exactly as it was before.

[solkoroleva]

[ That answer.......

She sits up enough to punch him on his arm.

Not too hard, though... ]

D'Artagnan you are the most frustrating friend I've ever had! [ She laughs. It's far from the truth, actually, but she curls in against his side anyway. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ He has to laugh. He makes a show of rubbing his arm where she hit it, and he sighs deeply as if it's all a great burden. ]

I try my best.

Your Majesty.