Of course it all could have been different. Their lives, the last five years at least would be entirely, so completely different as to be unrecognizable. Foreign.

"Not as the captain of the Musketeers," she agrees, looking down as well. Her selfishness, asking to him to go when given such responsibility; she knows he would not. Could not. Milady de Winter is no fool.

She lets out a breath, forcing her shoulders back, and she looks up at his face. "So, you have come to tell me that you're returning to Paris, then."