I am a big fan of Alexandre Dumas' Musketeers, and in particular the moody silent type of Musketeer. I haven't done an imagine for these guys yet. So, I hope that you will enjoy. ⚔️

Athos couldn't believe his eyes as he and the others made their way into Captain Tréville office. The last time he had seen their commanding officers' guest, Athos was sure that she had been but a girl. But she was most certainly not that now.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" Athos asked, as he rushed forward and took the beautiful woman into his arms. Porthos, Aramis, and d'Artagnan not sure what to think as the usually stoic Athos for once allowed a smile to come to his lips.

"What? Am I not allowed to come and see an old friend when I venture to Paris? A friend that I haven't seen in what feels like a lifetime." The woman replied. The three other men still not sure what to think as their friend closed his eyes and hummed softly as the lady placed her hand on his cheek.

"It's been too long, my dear Athos............" The lady continued. Her words cut short as Porthos coughed, hoping that his not so subtle intrusion would mean that Athos would introduce his beautiful friend to the rest of them.

"My apologies." Athos said, as he took (Y/n)'s hand and led her over to the others.

"(Y/n). May I introduce my friends? This is Aramis, d'Artagnan, and the incredibly unsubtle Porthos. Gentlemen. I would like you to meet the Countess de Joinville. Or (Y/n)." Athos announced. Each man stepping forward and taking it in turns to kiss her hand.

"My, my, my, Athos. If I had know that you had such handsome friends. And an equally handsome Captain. I would have made my way to see you long before now." (Y/n) chuckled, as she looked at all the men. Captain Tréville taking a seat back at his desk and trying to cover the blush that had come to his cheeks.

"Monsieur de Tréville was kind enough to invite me to take tea with him until you returned to the garrison, Athos." (Y/n) told him, as Athos took her hand and held it tight.

"I am not sure whether your delightful captain normally allows strange ladies to wait for one of his most trusted men. But he was kind enough to indulge me." (Y/n) continued. The lady smiling warmly at the still flustered commander.

"I am not complaining, (Y/n). But what brings you all the way to Paris?" Athos chuckled. Aramis, Porthos, and d'Artagnan sure that the lady before them must have cast a spell over the once Vicomte de Bragelonne to make him behave in such an unfamiliar fashion.

"Oh, you know. I thought that the capital could do with a little livening up. And as it was obvious that you had no intention of returning to see me. I decided that I should come to you. Also, his majesty wishes to speak to me regarding my marriage. Or lack of one, as the case may be. With my parents passing, I am the only heir to my father's estates. So, the king believes that it is high time that I did my womanly duties and found myself a husband. And desist from trying to play Musketeer, myself." (Y/n) explained. Her voice turning sad as she told Athos the reason for her trip to the capital.

Athos stood there momentarily. Marriage? He had never really thought about (Y/n) getting married before. Well, not to anyone but him. When he left, he had meant to return. To tell her how much he loved her. That he wanted her to be his wife. Yet, he knew that her father had never really approved of him, despite his title. And that he would have refused the match. So, as the days turned into weeks. The weeks into months. And the months eventually turned into years. He had just sort of presumed that (Y/n) would have moved on and forgotten about him. Yet here she was, still unwed. Still as wild and free. Now alone in the world without a disapproving father to glare at him. Though now he was nothing more than a humble Musketeer, with nothing to offer a great lady.

"But." (Y/n) continued. Trying to sound a little cheerier.

"I had hoped that dear, sweet Captain Tréville, would allow you to show me around the city, as I am a stranger here. But now, having met all your wonderful friends. Maybe the captain will allow me to steal all of you away?" (Y/n) went on. Smiling sweetly at the commander of the Musketeers. Tréville finding that he could do little but agree to the lady's request.

"I er.......I am sure that we could do without your services for the rest of the day, gentlemen." Tréville replied. Porthos, Aramis and d'Artagnan rushing forward and fighting to take (Y/n)'s hands. And escort her from the office.

"You are too kind, Monsieur de Tréville. I will be sure to come back and thank you before I return home." (Y/n) called out, as she was taken back out into the light of the garrison courtyard.

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"Well?" Aramis enquired, as he walked alongside Athos. Envious that Porthos and d'Artagnan had been able to claim the beautiful lady's hands.

"Well, what? Aramis." Athos replied absentmindedly. His eyes barely leaving (Y/n)'s form. His brows seeming to furrow in annoyance every time that Porthos or d'Artagnan made (Y/n) laugh.

"Why didn't you tell us about (Y/n) before? It's not as if you could possibly have forgotten about something quite so exquisite. I swear that I saw the face of an angel when she turned around and smiled." Aramis his own heart skipping a beat as (Y/n) turned and smiled at he and Athos.

"Of course, I haven't forgotten about her. I could never forget about (Y/n). Even after all these years, In still see her face in my dreams. Hear her voice on the warm summer breeze. It is just that there seemed little point in telling anyone about her, as I believed that I would never see her again." Athos explained. A sadness in his voice as the whole entourage made their way out onto the bustling city streets.

"So, why don't you tell me now? I mean, she is here. We have all met her. And I am quite intrigued to find out more about any lady that can make you smile." Aramis chuckled. Slapping Athos on the back, as the Musketeers and the lady continued on their way.

"(Y/n) and I grew up together. Our fathers were good friends." Athos began with a huge sigh. His thoughts drifting back to the days of his youth.

"Her father never really approved of me. I think that he always believed that I was filling his only child's head full of fanciful ideas. That because of me, instead of learning to do all the things that a noble woman would normally learn, she was out fighting with sticks and returning home covered in mud. But in truth, she was always the wild one. She hated the idea of being a lady. She wanted to be a Musketeer. To ride her horses, and rush headlong into the fray. Once, I remember that she even fought a large boy from the local village. He had decided that he didn't like me, and she was not going to allow any one to insult me. If I recall correctly, she actually beat him. I had always intended on marrying her. But with her father, and then I met..........well you know. When I joined the Musketeers, I had every intention of going back for her. To claim the woman that I had always loved. But I finally realised that I had nothing to offer her. And if her father hadn't liked me before. He would certainly have not wanted me to marry her with the scandal hanging over my head. So, I didn't go back. And even though I never really thought about it, I just presumed that by now she would be wed and had forgotten about me." Athos told Aramis. His mind filled with all the things that had happened since he had left (Y/n).

"And yet, here she is. Come to find you. Remembering you even after all these years. Still unwed." Aramis mussed. Watching as Porthos gallantly helped (Y/n) over a rather large puddle in the middle of the street.

"Do you know what I think?" Aramis went on. Athos rolling his eyes as he waited for his friend to continue.

"I think that fate is giving you a second chance. The king called her to the city to discuss a marriage. And in the city just happens to be the man that let her go. A man, that I would suggest, still loves her. Just a thought, Athos. But I think that it would be a shame to let the lady get away twice." Aramis finished, smiling at his friend before hastening to catch up with (Y/n), Porthos, and d'Artagnan. Leaving Athos to consider whether the universe had in fact conspired to bring (Y/n) back to him.