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Czasem mam wrażenie, że widzę podobieństwa między kardynałem Richelieu a sułtanką Hürrem... Jak widać, nie jestem jedyna.
Sometimes i think that i see some similarities between cardinal Richelieu and sultan Hürrem... As it's seen, i'm not the only one.
‘ Ibrahim. Ibrahim of Parga. Ibrahim, my sword enemy. You departed from this life; you went to the other side. I hope you somehow hear me. I’d like to tell you these when you were alive while looking into your eyes. It wasn’t meant to be. I owe my thanks to you, Ibrahim. I lived a life that nobody can live. Your share is big, I won’t deny it. You chose me. You offered me to His Majesty. Even if you regretted it a thousand times, it is the truth. In fact, you and I were two fans around the fire. The fire is Sultan Suleyman himself. I stopped. I knew my place. But you didn’t, Ibrahim. You got closer and closer. You circled and burnt as you circled. You burnt to ashes. Souls are immortal, I know. I will have to face unsettled accounts sooner or later. Then we’ll meet again, Ibrahim. ’
— Magnificent Century, Hürrem Sultan, ep. 134
Richelieu seemed to have experienced some emotion. He wrote to Chavigny: ‘ I beg God with all my heart that he has given eternal rest to the Queen’s soul. I am happy to have seen by letters that she has a great repentance for her faults and that she has forgiven with a great heart those whom she held as her enemies. ’ The tragedy which had been played out between these two people had a disconcerting epilogue. Another letter from Richelieu to Chavigny reveals: ‘ Sieur Riolan (Marie de Medici’s doctor) writes to me that he is keeping the Queen’s parrot for me, which I once had the honour of giving her. I beg the King to see fit to make me the heir to this animal. ’
— Philippe Erlanger, Richelieu: l’ambitieux, le révolutionnaire, le dictateur
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season 1, episode 1: friends and enemies
May I add Hugo Speer on the set of The Musketeers:
people in period clothing doing modern things is my aesthetic
Porthos:
Treville:
Dartagnan:
Athos:
Athos: aramis slept with the queen
Aramis as everyone turns to look at him:
Constance Bonacieux in Musketeers 208: The Prodigal Father
Comte de la Sauve
Hi all, I’m really curious to see what the most liked episode of The Musketeers is, so I created a poll!
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Day 22: Peace
The Seductive Power of an Honest Man ~ Aramis x reader
Word count: 1,324
Warnings: none
Summary: Being the womanizer he is, Aramis broke a girl’s heart. To his misfortune this girl is the reader’s best friend.
It was so typical of men! Only using us women for the comfort of having someone to warm the bed for them! But never did they even consider how we might feel. This time had been enough. Again my best friend’s heart had been broken by an inconsiderate man. I had spent the past few hours of my day cheering her up and making her believe that this man of whom she had thought so highly truthfully wasn’t the right one for her.
Now I was in search of this ‘Aramis’ guy, of whom I only knew that he was one of the King’s musketeers. That was how it came to be that I marched into the musketeers’ garrison full of anger and rage, demanding to see him so I could give him a piece of my mind. “Where is he?!” This made the few musketeers and cadets that were hanging around, taking care of the horses, fighting or just doing nothing, look up in surprise. As none of them made a move I spoke up again: “Where is Aramis?! I demand to speak to him!” At that the leather clad men in front of me chuckled. They didn’t take me seriously.
“Sorry sweetheart, we can’t help you with that. Even if he were here he wouldn’t have time for your little problem. So run along, I’m sure you will find another handsome bloke”, an older musketeer who was sitting at a table sneered. Standing up and leisurely walking towards me he tried to intimidate me with his height. I didn’t care that he was two heads taller than me or that he was carrying rapier and pistol, with his snide comment and attitude the pot of anger inside of me was now boiling with rage.
Unbeknownst to me, four musketeers had just arrived and were standing at the gate to the garrison curiously watching the confrontation.
I took a few steps forward until the gap between me and the older man was closed. Pressing my finger into his chest I threatingly retorted: “You will regret this! No one angers me and gets away with it.” Behind my back one of the new arrivals turned to his friend and whispered: “I do love violence in a woman.” “Be warned, I will find Aramis no matter whether you help me or not.” The ears of the man who had just whispered perked up at the mention of his name.
“You are looking for me?” The unexpected voice made me swivel around seeing the four musketeers. I was stunned by the beauty of the one who had spoken up. I had never met this Aramis my friend was seeing in secret, only heard tales of him and his good looks. But I had put off those words as an exaggeration of someone in love. Every word she had said was true. He was gorgeous. His appearance made me stumble mentally but I pulled myself back together. I should be angry. This was the man who broke my best friend’s heart making her burst into tears.
“You!” I accusingly pointed at him as I rushed over to him. Aramis raised his hands in defence and surprise at my anger directed at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” “No, I have no idea how I could’ve upset a pretty woman like you.” I decided to ignore his comment as he – very aware of the looks his brothers were giving him – gently pushed me through a door into a deserted room allowing us a little more privacy from the prying eyes of the other men.
Standing in the middle of the room my arms crossed in front of my chest, my brows furrowed I watched him take off his coat and hat laying them alongside his weapons on the table. When he turned around back to me there was a glint in his eyes and a slight grin on his lips. Obviously he thought of this a quite amusing. “So, what have I done?”
“You are so selfish and inconsiderate”, I spat out, “you broke my friend’s heart!” Immediately his face fell and he turned sombre. “She has been crying about you for the last few hours while you are out on adventures, having fun with your comrades.” The more my anger grew the wilder my hand movements became.
Having heard me out Aramis grabbed my shoulders which made me halt in my movements. I looked up at him and saw some pain in his eyes. He leaned down towards me as he started talking. His voice and words calmed me down. “I know you don’t want to hear this now. I completely understand. If it were my friend I wouldn’t want to either. But it was for the better, better for both of us.”
Those words made me scoff, ignoring it the handsome musketeer continued: “I didn’t love her anymore. I couldn’t carry on meeting her without feeling anything for her. It would’ve been dishonest, cruel To her. I didn’t want to give her the illusion that there was still a connection between the two of us”, he told me sincerely.
My heart started to ache at the pure emotion that he was showing me, no man I had ever known, no man I had ever loved had shown me such emotions. And here I stood in front of this strong musketeer that I had met for the first time only a few moments ago and he was sharing some of his deepest, most private thoughts with me.
“I want her to find someone else, someone who would love her as much as she would them.” After the explanation I saw the goodwill in his actions. It seemed like I had been so frustrated about both mine and my friend’s failed relationships and the pain that came with them that all the anger that was locked up inside of me just flooded me preventing me from thinking straight.
Aramis watched me expectantly waiting for my reaction. I sighed. “I am so sorry about what I’ve said. I shouldn’t have come here”, I said embarrassed, “I have only caused you trouble for which I sincerely apologize. I completely understand what you did. I guess my judgment was just clouded by my own frustration with love.” I shyly looked away from him.
I felt Aramis put a finger under my chin making me look at him. “Why would a beautiful lady like you be frustrated with love?”, he asked softly. Thinking of an answer my eyes started to water in hurt of remembering my past experiences. “I just never had any luck, never had any good experiences with men so far.”
Aramis was looking straight through my eyes and into my soul understanding all of my pain without me having to tell him anything.
His face was only a few inches from mine when he gently rested his calloused hand on my cheek. I was mesmerized by his enchanting Eyes and started to forget the world around me. It felt like we were standing like that for hours, the tension of attraction between us so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife.
Fed up with feeling like I couldn’t breath under his stare I took initiative and pulled him down closing the space between us. The feeling of his soft, warm lips on mine was amazing. I had never felt anything like this before. It sparked a fire inside of me and the kiss started to grow more heated. My hands moved to the nape of his neck, my fingers brushing through his curls. His hands slowly moved from my shoulders to my hips pulling me flush against his body. As we broke apart for air a smile spread onto my face as I looked at the man in front of me who was smiling as widely as I was. Maybe for once I had luck.
Even though he was more the romantic hero type, he was still a soldier and war his true love.