( winterrosx )
WITHIN THE FOUR WALLS of the garrison, his guard is down. The usual state of complete alert demanded by a man of his trade is left at the door as the musketeer surrenders to the silent moment of prayer. Aramis does not notice her arrival, he is focused on the conversation he has with his God. In a way, she was part of it ; present in his thoughts and modest wishes for protection and happiness ––– hardly wished for his own person, mind you. He prayed for the safety of his brothers in arms, for the Queen and King, for Henry and Agnes ( amongst others who had somehow left a mark in him ) and, of course, for Katerina.
A muttered AMEN leaves under the breath of bearded lips, which then proceed to kiss the gilded rosary that never left his neck. It is only then that the devout turns, mildly startled to see that he was not alone in the room.
❝ Katerina. Forgive me, I hadn’t seen you there. I was just finished, if you would like to have your time alone. I hope you didn’t wait too long. ❞