[ The queen knows better by now it is better not to argue with a musketeer. They have a terribly good knack to get themselves out of sticky situations more often than any other force under her husband's command (they were certainly clever to say the least). Although she had to admit her vanity did take a bit of a hit in that she had been stripped of her finery and made to look more simple.
It was practical and she was not so vain as to refuse the suggestion for her own safety. But her fine clothes and jewels were her own sort of armor, a way for her to garner respect and power that came with her position, to lessen how helpless she could feel at times, being at the mercy of court and a country that expected so much of her (and she had only managed to fail them until now). But it seems that ever since the assassination attempt on her, the idea of killing the queen had wormed it's way into many a head.
And for Athos's protection, she is grateful. It is why she tries her best to show her gratitude, tries to be helpful, and while she is quite affable, Athos is more... surly than his brothers in arms, more than Aramis, at least, whom the queen was quite fond of. She knows very little of the man who comes to her now as 'husband', telling her of the status of their stay here. She glances down with a gentle nod--] Thank you, mon-- [ She stops sort of formality and remembers herself.] Athos. [ She says it with an affection she has years of practice faking. Her real husband is no brute nor is he cruel but she does not love him, although there was a time she held affection for him. It passed with the loss of their child when he treated her cooly, blamed her for the loss. It was then that her heart closed off and she played the game she was meant to play as well as she could.
She lets him help her down, taking care to put her hands on his shoulders instead of trying to maintain a proper distance. Her life (and his) depended on it.] I fear I am more weary than I realized.
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It was practical and she was not so vain as to refuse the suggestion for her own safety. But her fine clothes and jewels were her own sort of armor, a way for her to garner respect and power that came with her position, to lessen how helpless she could feel at times, being at the mercy of court and a country that expected so much of her (and she had only managed to fail them until now). But it seems that ever since the assassination attempt on her, the idea of killing the queen had wormed it's way into many a head.
And for Athos's protection, she is grateful. It is why she tries her best to show her gratitude, tries to be helpful, and while she is quite affable, Athos is more... surly than his brothers in arms, more than Aramis, at least, whom the queen was quite fond of. She knows very little of the man who comes to her now as 'husband', telling her of the status of their stay here. She glances down with a gentle nod--] Thank you, mon-- [ She stops sort of formality and remembers herself.] Athos. [ She says it with an affection she has years of practice faking. Her real husband is no brute nor is he cruel but she does not love him, although there was a time she held affection for him. It passed with the loss of their child when he treated her cooly, blamed her for the loss. It was then that her heart closed off and she played the game she was meant to play as well as she could.
She lets him help her down, taking care to put her hands on his shoulders instead of trying to maintain a proper distance. Her life (and his) depended on it.] I fear I am more weary than I realized.