Probably just as well that he wasn't here right now, although in all honesty if he had been, then either Athos wouldn't have cared overmuch or they would have done something else. As it was, a man and a woman travelling quietly by themselves for a few days? Given that they couldn't particularly pass as siblings, husband and wife had been the next choice. Probably the better choice anyway, as for reasons Athos didn't particularly care to think about, marriage somehow seemed to invite less interest than otherwise, from a certain sort of people.
His pauldron is in his saddlebag, her finery in another. A cloak covers what of her dress could not pass for something more common and it is evening now, which aids them still. Little could be done about his sword, but anything that immediately marks them as musketeer and queen, or of any status above slightly-displaced-merchant has hopefully been well hidden or tucked away. This is the first of potentially several days depending on how things go, and there are other clothes in another bag, but at the moment it's more a place to stay that he's concerned about. The travel itself is cause for concern, but at least in that they typically don't have to encounter many others or have too much worry for observation beyond what any other traveller does. Here in a town, overnight in an inn? Athos will not sleep very easily.
He comes back to her shortly, having dismounted to secure them a room. They've... Talked, a little bit here and there. The queen is young, but a good woman, and friendly if in the manner of someone constantly aware of their role in the world and the way in which they must play it. He is not particularly good with small talk, and truth be told neither of them know very much about the other, so a large portion of the ride since it began earlier was in silence. Even as he feels that it will probably make for a long few days - because he is all fine and well with quiet but despite himself he's grown somewhat accustomed to chatter, and he suspects it is not quite the queen's own preference to the degree they've thus achieved it, although again, it's not like he would know - he doesn't know how to rectify it. Not without it being potentially more awkward anyway, and wouldn't that just be fun.
Perhaps if he does wind up not sleeping he'll spend the time coming up with things that he might ask her tomorrow. Polite, inconsequential things - the sort of naff that people used to ask him as a comte at gatherings. ]
The horses have a place in the stables, our room is upstairs and some manner of supper will be brought up shortly. [ Here in town now, in public, there is a vague lightness to his tone, and a loss of the usual lilt and drawl to his words that typically mark him to be more educated. It's not particularly drastic acting, but it's passive and small enough that he can keep it maintained without too much difficulty. By her horse now, he offers her a hand to get down. ]
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Probably just as well that he wasn't here right now, although in all honesty if he had been, then either Athos wouldn't have cared overmuch or they would have done something else. As it was, a man and a woman travelling quietly by themselves for a few days? Given that they couldn't particularly pass as siblings, husband and wife had been the next choice. Probably the better choice anyway, as for reasons Athos didn't particularly care to think about, marriage somehow seemed to invite less interest than otherwise, from a certain sort of people.
His pauldron is in his saddlebag, her finery in another. A cloak covers what of her dress could not pass for something more common and it is evening now, which aids them still. Little could be done about his sword, but anything that immediately marks them as musketeer and queen, or of any status above slightly-displaced-merchant has hopefully been well hidden or tucked away. This is the first of potentially several days depending on how things go, and there are other clothes in another bag, but at the moment it's more a place to stay that he's concerned about. The travel itself is cause for concern, but at least in that they typically don't have to encounter many others or have too much worry for observation beyond what any other traveller does. Here in a town, overnight in an inn? Athos will not sleep very easily.
He comes back to her shortly, having dismounted to secure them a room. They've... Talked, a little bit here and there. The queen is young, but a good woman, and friendly if in the manner of someone constantly aware of their role in the world and the way in which they must play it. He is not particularly good with small talk, and truth be told neither of them know very much about the other, so a large portion of the ride since it began earlier was in silence. Even as he feels that it will probably make for a long few days - because he is all fine and well with quiet but despite himself he's grown somewhat accustomed to chatter, and he suspects it is not quite the queen's own preference to the degree they've thus achieved it, although again, it's not like he would know - he doesn't know how to rectify it. Not without it being potentially more awkward anyway, and wouldn't that just be fun.
Perhaps if he does wind up not sleeping he'll spend the time coming up with things that he might ask her tomorrow. Polite, inconsequential things - the sort of naff that people used to ask him as a comte at gatherings. ]
The horses have a place in the stables, our room is upstairs and some manner of supper will be brought up shortly. [ Here in town now, in public, there is a vague lightness to his tone, and a loss of the usual lilt and drawl to his words that typically mark him to be more educated. It's not particularly drastic acting, but it's passive and small enough that he can keep it maintained without too much difficulty. By her horse now, he offers her a hand to get down. ]