[ Thus far he has appreciated her acquiescence more than he thinks she might be aware of - this is part in due to his own reticence to show such things, part due to the social rank that divides them (not itself as high that which would have divided herself and either of his two other friends, or God forbid, d'Artagnan, but even so), and part due to the sheer unfamiliarity the pair of them had with one another. They had, of course, seen each other before, a meeting of eyes here and there and little more. (Eyes meet when the King or the Cardinal have either one or both just said something... Well, anything of the sort that might make one want to quietly glance around the rest of the room to see if others shared your own, very quiet, opinions of what had just been uttered in your collective presence. Athos had found himself quietly meeting her eyes for a few moments here and there more and more often as time went on.
He was curious to know the woman behind the Queen, but not so much that he would risk awkwardness or impropriety on either of their parts. A noble upbringing wasn't the only reason he clung so fervently to the chivalric ideals of honour and the like - they just happened to be what kept him upright and moving forward at this point. He used them as a crutch to lever himself out of bed and into his duty, as he buckled on his uniform one piece at a time.
Although, alas, he'd had to hide most of that as well. He felt out of place. But he, at least, was somewhat more familiar with this sort of thing - thus far he had been quite impressed with the manner in which the young Queen had been taking this all in stride. I also just realised I said a lot of this in the last tag so oops. Sry.
When he comes to help her down (as any new husband with a young wife so fair would do), she forgets herself for just a moment but catches it very quickly, and as she corrects it he hears the affection and remembers that he, too, should likely be displaying that sort of thing. What would have been a very small smile - more a turn at the corner of his mouth than anything, is allowed to widen considerably. It is still nothing so broad or beaming as to show teeth, but it is acting and appreciation for her quick wit and his own approval of both all in one. Athos likes to be as efficient as possible. She has her hands on his shoulders and he puts his by her hips and lifts and slides her out of the seat and carefully places her on the ground as necessary, just removing a hand from her hip long enough to grip the reins on the horse. They're very close, closer than they should be in any other situation, and his mind is drawing a very hard line between what is happening right now in this playacting and when he and his wife stopping at an inn for the night was nothing of the sort.
But they're supposed to be these roles this evening, so he gives her a quick squeeze in lieu of a hug, and nods his head to the saddlebag on the other side of her horse. ] If you can just get these off of Marié [ her horse ] then I'll see to mine and have the stableboy come over. It won't take long. [ And with that - since even as their roles are, his request is merely a polite way of command, more or less - he moves over to his own horse to so as he said. Hopefully it will take her slightly longer, as once he's finished, he has to walk around to the open door over there to get the young lad's attention and bring him over.
And in the interest of getting them like. Into the inn at some point i'm making the elective decision to say that happened and the boy now has the horses and Athos gave him a little silver piece to take good care of them and then slung his own saddlebags over one shoulder before reaching out to grab one of hers, and beckoned her to follow him to the room. you can do the room /flaily hands don't want to godmod errthang ]
HAHAHA I AM SO SORRY man omg wow also man i hope this tag is okay
He was curious to know the woman behind the Queen, but not so much that he would risk awkwardness or impropriety on either of their parts. A noble upbringing wasn't the only reason he clung so fervently to the chivalric ideals of honour and the like - they just happened to be what kept him upright and moving forward at this point. He used them as a crutch to lever himself out of bed and into his duty, as he buckled on his uniform one piece at a time.
Although, alas, he'd had to hide most of that as well. He felt out of place. But he, at least, was somewhat more familiar with this sort of thing - thus far he had been quite impressed with the manner in which the young Queen had been taking this all in stride. I also just realised I said a lot of this in the last tag so oops. Sry.
When he comes to help her down (as any new husband with a young wife so fair would do), she forgets herself for just a moment but catches it very quickly, and as she corrects it he hears the affection and remembers that he, too, should likely be displaying that sort of thing. What would have been a very small smile - more a turn at the corner of his mouth than anything, is allowed to widen considerably. It is still nothing so broad or beaming as to show teeth, but it is acting and appreciation for her quick wit and his own approval of both all in one. Athos likes to be as efficient as possible. She has her hands on his shoulders and he puts his by her hips and lifts and slides her out of the seat and carefully places her on the ground as necessary, just removing a hand from her hip long enough to grip the reins on the horse. They're very close, closer than they should be in any other situation, and his mind is drawing a very hard line between what is happening right now in this playacting and when he and his wife stopping at an inn for the night was nothing of the sort.
But they're supposed to be these roles this evening, so he gives her a quick squeeze in lieu of a hug, and nods his head to the saddlebag on the other side of her horse. ] If you can just get these off of Marié [ her horse ] then I'll see to mine and have the stableboy come over. It won't take long. [ And with that - since even as their roles are, his request is merely a polite way of command, more or less - he moves over to his own horse to so as he said. Hopefully it will take her slightly longer, as once he's finished, he has to walk around to the open door over there to get the young lad's attention and bring him over.
And in the interest of getting them like. Into the inn at some point i'm making the elective decision to say that happened and the boy now has the horses and Athos gave him a little silver piece to take good care of them and then slung his own saddlebags over one shoulder before reaching out to grab one of hers, and beckoned her to follow him to the room. you can do the room /flaily hands don't want to godmod errthang ]