Allison was genuinely worried as she watched him, peering at the pallor of his skin and the way he was fidgeting...
Then everything just...stopped.
For a moment she could only stare at him, the Musketeer in her living room. Aramis of the Three Musketeers, all charm and chivalry and...impossible skill with a musket and a blade.
A man, faced with the supernatural, that took up the hunter's mantle, ready to fight in the name of God and humanity. A man who served the king of France himself, who embodied the familial loyalty that was part of the Argent heritage...the code of honor, the Code of the hunt...
With a shaky breath, Allison leaned forward and rubbed her hands over her face. "So...that's you? You're telling me...there are no other Herblays in France? I mean...is that your handwriting?"
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Then everything just...stopped.
For a moment she could only stare at him, the Musketeer in her living room. Aramis of the Three Musketeers, all charm and chivalry and...impossible skill with a musket and a blade.
A man, faced with the supernatural, that took up the hunter's mantle, ready to fight in the name of God and humanity. A man who served the king of France himself, who embodied the familial loyalty that was part of the Argent heritage...the code of honor, the Code of the hunt...
With a shaky breath, Allison leaned forward and rubbed her hands over her face. "So...that's you? You're telling me...there are no other Herblays in France? I mean...is that your handwriting?"