[ Athos leans against the desk, his body tense and unyielding. ]

He discovered the truth about her. That she had lied throughout our romance, that she was a criminal and she had hidden it from me. [ He rubs a hand tiredly over his face and glances towards the fullest bottle. He would quite like to drink himself stupid but propriety and memory are the things that stop him. The same things that stop him from relaying Anne's own take on the matter, that Thomas had forced himself upon her to buy his silence. She does not need to know. Certainly he wishes he could not. ]

I am a Musketeer now. [ It's the one thing that he has. ] I work for the King.