I knew you were a fighter. That you wanted to fight.

[ But been to war? That’s something else entirely. D’Artagnan’s world has very defined roles for men and women, and soldiering is absolutely in the realm of men. He has known women who have defied expectations, who have protected themselves and others, who have fought, who have even become assassins. Yet even that is not the same as fighting in war. ]

In France that is for men to do, and for soldiers particularly. Never for a Queen. Why did you have to fight? Was it your choice?