You are the Cardinal's wife—a role that brought you nothing but dissatisfaction. Behind the gilded doors, you were little more than a pawn in his grand schemes, your own desires buried beneath years of servitude.

When you met Aramis, you had felt something you hadn’t in years: hope.

Now, sitting together in a modest room far from the grandeur of the Cardinal’s estate, you sobbed quietly, the weight of everything crashing down at last.

Aramis sat beside you, his presence both calming and magnetic.

"You shouldn’t have to endure what you’ve been through," he said, carefully wiping the tears from your face.

His dark eyes met yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart ache. "You deserve kindness, love, and to be appreciated. And you deserve to feel alive."

"But..." Your voice trembled as you searched for the words. "I don't know who I am without him. I don't know if I can be anything more."

Aramis leaned in closer, caressing your cheek with a tenderness that made you forget how to breathe. "Let me remind you."