“Morning muster.” Drawn to his amour’s warmth like a moth to a flame, Marsac nestled closer. “Didn’t see you there… thought I’d come find you.”

“You know,” Had there been even an inch left between them, he’d have claimed it. “I was ordered to drag you back to the garrison by your ear…”

“Couldn’t resist.” Marsac’s lips twitch, threatening to curve into a smile. “Besides, the Captain can come and get us himself. I’d rather stay where it’s warm.”

— Marsac.

;; Can’t quite believe I’ve had my Marsac for a year. 🥲

Just making his presence known.

— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫, 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬 † 𝕽𝖊𝖓é ;

“If I were you,” Marsac watched her closely, attuned to her every move. “I would advise His Eminence to sit. Miracles unsettle men like Richelieu far more than they care to admit.”

An involuntary gasp slipped past Marsac’s lips before he melted into the warmth of the other man’s arms. “Someone’s feeling awfully affectionate today…” Not that he minded in the slightest.

“I hope you’ve left some wine for me.” As luck would have it, he’s also in a good mood and is determined to make the most of their evening together.

You’re right, I don’t know you, but I know what it’s like to survive something you shouldn’t have.

Monsieur Marsac of the King’s Musketeers. T’is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Adeline.

That’s why he volunteered for palace duty—it’s warmer than the garrison. He should come and join him.