“I hoped you would, dear d'Artagnan,” Milady's silky voice replies, “And as to that unfortunate affair, I do so deeply regret any complications you may have suffered resulting from our first encounter. As you say, the preceding night was heavenly.” A wicked smile crosses her face, which only serves to render her visage more seductive. “Or devilish, depending on your philosophical bent.”<br/><br/>A plan is forming in Lady de Winter's quick mind; if the valiant guardsman were to save the life of the Queen, a young, vital woman unsatisfied in her husband's bed, she may well turn to her protector's arms for comfort.<br/><br/>“I seek you out today on another matter. On behalf of our Queen.”