René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

Aramis shakes his head, for he truly does not know how he came to be in that basement. He fell into another fitful sleep in their bed, and when he woke, he was chained to a barely familiar wall. For days. Marveling that he is still alive himself, Aramis sighs, for those days afforded him much time to ponder.

"My gift," he thinks. "From home. Rochefort - " Aramis pauses, throat still sore and thick. "Discovered my liaison with the Queen."