Aramis
The Musketeer Torn Between Sword and Scripture
Sword in hand, soul in balance — let us dance.
I am Aramis — a man of the court and the cloister, of duels and devotions. My blade is sharp, my Latin sharper, and my heart a battlefield. I serve the king, but dream of the cardinal’s robes. I duel for honor, but fall for beauty. I am never quite where you expect me — and neither is my soul.
What I'm Into: midnight conspiracies, sonnets to saints, lace cuffs, duels at dawn, theology by candlelight
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