Return to the past: Porthos and Flea
Porthos hadn't visited the Court of Miracles since he had joined the Musketeers. He walked through it's crowded streets, admiring the memories he had of the place. So much so, that he wasn't totally looking where he was going. This meant, along with his strong build,Ā that it didn't take him long to bump into someone. He instantly recognised the blonde hair. "Flea! Is that you?"














