What Was Hidden Is Now Revealed

That night just as he had done before the King entered her rooms by candle light. He was surprised though when he found her awake. He lit a few of the other candles then came to sit down at her bedside as he had also done. He noticed that she had been crying and assumed that it had to do with her near death experience. His face was a mask for worry and concern for her. A man that almost lost the woman that he loved. He hugged her strongly to his chest and murmured consoling words to her. “Oh, my dearest, I’m so sorry. I’ve...failed you, I should have had you and my daughter protected better. I’m so sorry,” he said over and over and she knew he meant it. He was not in his uniform right then, he had on short pants and an untucked white linen shirt. He had not been able to sleep either and obviously came to apologize to her. He had all of France to worry about, now more than ever war seemed inevitable and he came to apologize...to her? He let her sit up and already he saw fresh tears upon her face but before he console her further she kissed him and then wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her back.

Angelique sat up in bed. She was unable to sleep and couldn't stop thinking about what both D'Artagnan and Trevare had said to her. Even though she was afraid to know the truth she knew it needed to be revealed. She heard the bedroom door open and saw some candle light. She knew then that it was him. She tried to hide the fact that she had been crying, but it was pointless. She looked at him as he came to sit beside her. She looked at him as he apologized for not protecting her better. She couldn't believe he was apologizing and the worrying about that on top of everything else. The mere fact that he was made fresh tears come to her eyes. Before he could say anything she kissed him. As he kissed her back she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into the bed with her.

ooc: Movie Pick:

Light Between Oceans:

One of my favorite songs (and music videos):

Have you read the book "Light Between Oceans"? It's good.

I have and I will not admit to crying either.

lol. When I was working at a branch I led an adult book group there and we read that. It was really good.

Wow, how many tissues did you all go through?

None during the discussion but it was a very emotional book.

He wanted to console her in any he could and it was made very clear to him that she had the method of how he would go about it already in her head. Warm hands pulled his shirt over his head and then he felt the release of pressure against his middle as she quickly undid his pants. As he kissed her she slid down his pants and murmured, “take them off,” softly as she shifted her lingerie and helped him slip into her. She felt her hands all over his body, mostly on his backside as she pressed him down into her. Each time she did that they gasped together and tasted the saltiness of her tears she she continued to weep as he made love to her. Her hands remained on his buttocks for what seemed an eternity but he did not mind it at all. Then as if hesitantly or against her will he felt them shift down to his hips. He felt her nails dig into him though not deeply as he struck that place that brought her the largest amount of pleasure and then she moved further down on to his thighs where she felt the line of a scar on his right thigh.

Angelique needed to be with him, for what would possibly be the last time. As they took off each other's clothes she felt her heart starting to beat harder in her chest. Within moments she would know for certain. She moaned as she grabbed him and pushed him down inside her. She was trembling and tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She put it off for as long as possible, but finally she allowed her hand to slowly drift down to his thigh. He might actually feel her trembling fingers as they grazed his thigh. Then...she felt it. The distinct outline of a scar. He was the true king.

He paused, leaving himself half inside of her as he felt her trembling. He looked down at her concerned, a mask upon his face. He was panting, once he began she knew he wanted her as well but now he looked down at her, his dark eyes looking at hers. “My love, you’re trembling, I promise, I will not let anything happen to you, please believe me, I,” he was about to say until she pulled him down atop her and murmured how much she loved him. The episode ended with her atop him this time, pressing his hands up to grip her breasts tightly as she bucked almost recklessly as she felt him come inside her, filling her up with his warm wetness. She slowed when she heard him groan and she squeezed her muscles tightly together, she wanted every drop out of him and more it seemed to him, a very satisfied look on her face and his to she moved to come and lay beside him.

Those reports were wrong, either they were made to expedite France’s decline by removing its rightful King or the Musketeers were attempting some kind of Coup. The former made alot more sense but she’d have to get word to D’artagnan quickly to stop whatever it was that they were doing or going to do before they started something that would see her lose the men in her life save for the one beside her. This revelation however did not make what she would do now any easier. This man beside her was the King, the rightful King and he was in love with her...No...He was in love with another lie. Remembering that it was all a lie did not help matters. The only thing that wasn’t was Armand, who knew she was a liar, accepted that, punished her for it in ways that were actually exciting, both painful and pleasurable and still wanted her to be his wife and companion. He had done things to her no man ever had and as she felt the King doze off she remembered his hands around her throat as she spat brandy into his mouth. He had ways of making her body belong to him and the fear and excitement of her willingly releasing herself to him in such a way.

Trevare was a big man and gentle and loving and a man of few words. Deliberate and unyielding, strong enough to make her do what he wanted without her realizing it. And now the King, passionate and loving he would give her his entire world if he could. She knew that that woman was Angelique not Lorelei. She could become Angelique if she wanted to though and then her thoughts shifted again. That's how it might go for most of the night, Armand, Trevare and Louis, Armand...Trevare and the King.

When she awoke in the morning the king was gone. She knew she needed to see D'Artagnan and quickly. If word got out about any of this she couldn't imagine what might happen to them. Or was this what they had intended all along? She did not know. She had her servants dress her quickly. She skipped breakfast, despite their insistence that she eat something. She then left and went to find D'Artagnan.

D’artagnan was not hard to find, he had found her. When she imparted her news he was visibly relieved. He sagged up against a pillar in the hall they were standing in but he did not remain long. He dispatched messages that very morning and had the guard doubled on the King himself. However before he went he spoke to her more frankly about her own plans.

“I can get you out Angelique, tomorrow at the earliest. You can make excuses to him and go he will have little choice but to accept it, he has a war to fight and it is likely Britain was behind all of this anyway,” he added thoughtfully. When she seemed to hesitate even looked worried his attitude toward her changed. “You’ve done your duty Lorelei,” he risked saying though his tone was harsh. “It’s time you go back to what is real,” he would not say Armand’s name but she knew what he meant.

Lorelei was relieved when she gave D'Artagnan the news. It was done. She had done her duty and more, but she hesitated when he told her he could get her out the following day. She looked at him and sighed.

"I feel I should remain a little longer. It would appear strange if I were to suddenly leave and the king is less stressed when I am around. He needs my help."

She could tell that did not improve D’artagnan’s mood at all. His eyes searched hers and then they closed and he sighed in exasperation. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you!?” he snapped. “Do you realize,” he began to loudly then moderated his tone. “Do you realize what you just said? There are a half a dozen ways he could find out who you really are...get out while you still have a head, we’ve all lied because we’ve had to, that’s the difference between you and I. I do what I must, you do that which excites you, well it’s over, he doesn’t need you, he can get a dozen women to spread their legs for him whenever he wants, or do you enjoy being a whore that much?” he argued and when she looked like she would put her foot down, he saw her brow lower in defiance and anger and he poked her with his finger in the chest between her breasts. “You will do what you are told woman or the choice will be taken from you, do i make myself clear?” he snapped angrily. “I thought so,” he said without giving her a chance to respond. He wanted to slap her silly she knew. “And this thing with Trevare...its over as well, he will be leaving soon, far from you if I have anything to say about it and I do,” he added and dared her with his tightened mouth and threatening eyes to argue.

Lorelei glared at D'Artagnan. He made her angry. How dare he call her a whore! It stung a little when he told her she was nothing to the king and he could easily replace her. Was that true? She didn't want to believe it. She was wanted to get away from them all. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

She turned and walked quickly away from D'Artagnan and didn't look back. She went back to her rooms and laid down on her bed and cried. Her head was spinning and she felt sick. D'Artagnan was right. She was nothing but a lie to the king and instead of being afraid for her life she was afraid of what he might say and how heartbroken he would be.

ooc: the only way to stop this was to either appeal to D'artagnan and beg him to let her stay or to anonymously pass information to the King and get D'artagnan arrested as a traitor. She would know he would not go easily and he would die. The musketeers would also be drawn into that conspiracy as well as Trevare who also would not go easily.

OOC-Well I doubt D'Artaganan would allow her to stay.

ooc: he is a pretty straight forward man. He believes her place is with her husband.

OOC-And I don't think she loves Armand anymore...or at least as he loves her. Deep down at this point I think she would choose the king. However, I also don't think she would betray them. I think the information should come out another way...I also think the king should find out about her before she can tell him the truth.

ooc; well, only 3 men know who she really is. She knows no matter what, 2 of the 3 would never expose her and I will be clear about this, love or not she would be strung up quick if the King found out. or at the very least punished...severely by the lash and then sent home to Armand. she could simply dare d'artagnan, call his bluff and appeal to him as the father she never had to let her do this. Who knows he might give in if it meant having to expose her to dislodge her.

Armand’s letter was still there where she had left it, her tears damped the soft, white paper as she cried. She knew she could make good excuses, her near death experience was more than enough of one to affect her wanting to leave. She could leave a note or tell the king this in person though the latter would be much much more difficult. He would not let her go easily she knew but ultimately she knew that he would if it was what she wanted broken hearted or not. The rest of the day she spent alone for the most part. Unwilling to see visitors, there were only a few today, people who were concerned for her. There was an eerie quiet in the palace as well. Many of the dignitaries had left along with their retinue. Her King was due to announce France’s declaration of War against Britain any day and she was being forced to leave him. A man she loved, a King, and she did not want to go. She did not want to go and he was nearby.

Before she knew where she was really headed she was outside of his offices. Several guards were there and they only nodded their heads and smiled knowing who she was. Several men stood around the long tables looking at maps. The King straightened when he saw her and he gestured to the others. “Continue gentlemen, I’ll be back shortly,” he said as he greeted Angelique then escorted her back into his inner office and closed the door.

“Are you alright my love? You look so sad, what has happened?” He asked and he reach up with his thumb to dry her eye that threatened more tears to fall. Lately it seemed when she was sad the solution seem to be to make love to her and he looked back at the door surreptitiously then back to her. It would not do here he thought. He kissed her eyelids softly and then her lips. “You can tell me anything my darling...if I can fix whatever is wrong, I will,” he said sincerely.

ooc: If it was just a name i think she could manage it with him. I.E. put a knife to her own breast and told him to press it in if he thought that she did not love him. but, being married and this supposed conspiracy complicates all that. To much i think. her best bet is to remain who she is and get others to respect that.

OOC-It seems to me at this point that no matter what she chooses the game will be pretty much at an end. I cannot think of anything myself that might happen no matter what she decides to do. If she stays with the king (which is what I'm leaning towards) she will likely marry him and bare a child and live as a Queen under the name Angelique. If she chooses to leave she will remain with Armand (though she doesn't love him as she once did) and also likely have a child.

ooc: unless ofcourse she is kidnapped! muahahahah! I am sooo way ahead of you.