Be Kind, Aim for my Heart.
Title: Be Kind, Aim for my Heart.
Warnings: Inspired by Queen Anne and Aramis from the Musketeers series (2015) and by Queen mother Anne and D’Artagnan from the movie “The Man in the Iron Mask”.
Summary: As the King’s Musketeer, Klaus Mikaelson took an oath to lay his life down for the Crown if needed be. His musket always aimed for the head. She aimed for the heart without using a bullet. For no one knew he had willingly given his soul to the Queen.
14 May 1643
The King is dead. Long live the King.
May the Queen Regent reign in peace until her son comes of age.
7 June 1654
The golden and silver bells chimed.
Inside and outside the capital’s Cathedral thousands of people awaited for their Prince to take the oath and receive the scepters and the crown.
Outside the majestic church thousands of people happily cheered while those that stood inside the walls of the Cathedral, silently and reverently watched their monarch’s coronation.
The Royal Guard, dressed in their formal clothing for the occasion, lined up in front of the crowd as the Cardinal placed the crown on the top of the former Prince’s head thus giving the nation its new King.
The Queen mother, that for years after her husband’s death has been the sole regent of the country, watched her son with pride; the natural light radiating in from the stained glass windows cast its glow on her still blonde hair under her thin head covering veil made of lace and silver threads. Without turning her head around she felt the scorching familiar gaze that still burned holes in her heart, piercing the back of her crowned head.
She inhaled deeply and balanced herself on her satin soft shoes underneath the wide skirt of her extravagant gown. It was not the subtle, non-overpowering smell of the incense in the air that made her dizzy.
Memories assaulted her and she focused for a moment on the light smoke that rose from the lit candles. So different from the black threatening smoke that filled the air more than two decades ago in this very same spot where the musketeer watching her right now with his intent gaze, was standing.
Her mind traveled twenty five years into the past and she could still feel the shroud of smoke from the bombs rising and the deafening bullet explosions.
“Protect his majesty the King!” “Protect the King!”
That was the one and only phrase louder than the sounds of the firing muskets but only one man protected the Queen.
A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips and no one saw her head turn for a moment, her green eyes locking with a set of blue ones. Eyes that always followed her everywhere she went.
Queen Caroline exchanged a knowing gaze with one of the eldest musketeers attending the ceremony. She looked at him with a need that still burned deep but could never be spoken by her lips. Turning, her head back to her son, she knew that Niklaus Mikaelson was sharing the same pride for her son and untold passion for her.