King Treville Dialectical Journal

Porthos wasn 't sure how he was meant to feel. He thought that once he knew his father 's identity he 'd be at peace. But as he rode away from the Marquis de Belgard 's estate, Porthos felt as if he would never rest.

There was a part of him that wished he had never found out about Belgard. And another part of him couldn 't help but wish de Foix was his father, as he had first thought. There was also a small part of him that wished he hadn 't grown up in the Court of Miracles but in a safe and happy home with a loving family.

However, a much larger and rational part of him was grateful and accepting of the man his childhood had helped him become. If he had grown up privileged and as the heir of Belgard, would he be the man he is today?

Even so, Porthos had to admit he wasn 't pleased with his own behaviour these past few days. How could he have mistrusted the Captain? Treville was like a surrogate father, not only for him, but for the entire garrison. Treville was a just and honourable man, and Porthos should have remembered the Captain would never have accepted him if he didn 't truly belong. People often questioned the presence of some Musketeers in the regiment. In his early days, the ever charming Aramis wasn 't considered a proper, respectable man fit enough to be a Musketeer. Likewise, Athos, the

As they made their way back to the garrison - to home – there wasn 't much chatter. There was a quiet companionship during their homeward journey but Porthos wasn 't able to enjoy it. He thought of how his brothers must be ashamed of him. They took him back with open arms, as he knew they would, but he felt that by taking off the fleur-de-lys they all wore so proudly, he had essentially abandoned them. As he grew up, Porthos told himself he didn 't need to know his father 's identity. However, at the slightest chance of finding him, Porthos had left all that he held dear to fly after the hope that his father would live up to the noble fairy tale he