It felt as if the bottom dropped out of her stomach entirely when they had approached the first loop, her fingers scrabbling against the restraints that held her in place when she was not holding tightly to d'Artagnan's hand in hers. She could not believe that they would not simply slip out of their restraints and fall, it was more than the madness she had teased him over.

And yet the restraints held, pressing tight against her shoulders as they were thrown upside down and sped upright once more in an action that was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

She felt as if she'd been through one of those blenders in the Smoking Room, once the ride came to a stop. Her head spun faintly and her legs felt a little wobbly as she tried standing on solid ground once more. But it was not a moment she did not reach immediately to meet d'Artagnan for that kiss, breathless and hair more than a little wild.

"That was," she began, wide eyed and so exhilarated it felt as if the feeling lit her up from the inside, "Brilliant!"