Charles drags on behind me. He's been wary since I told him my plan.
"This is a terrible plan! Are you mad?!" His croaks.
I walk steadily ahead of him.
"There is something we are missing. I know you think it ill-thought through but I am not dumb. This can work."
"And if it doesn't?"
"Well then I am about to piss off a lot of Musketeers, and possibly go to jail." I walk a bit faster hoping the last part isn't heard as clear,
It was. "Daria!"
When we arrive at the Garrison, I stand a few feet from its entrance. A tad Awe struck. It was very different indeed to the Red Guards. Instead of large iron gates closed tightly, there were large wooden doors that sat open. Welcoming almost. Despite it seeming less secure, I'd be to say it was more frightening. It made them look unafraid, strong. The outside of the structure wasn't decorated as elegantly. It was very plain but sturdy. Every detail of it lent truth to what I've heard about the Kings men. My finger tingled as I touch the hilt of my Father's sword. I hadn't intended on telling Charles of this little trip of mine but as I attempted to sneak from the House I was discovered. He threatened to tell our Aunt and Uncle if I didn't explain. My suspicions had been eating away at me for the past two days, but I would see justice done.
A man stands outside the entrance, the guardsman just winks as I make my way past. Perhaps the facade of easiness wasn't an act.
Charles doesn't follow me at first. Just calling out for me desperately.
"Daria! Daria!" His shouts as quietly as he can manage.
I continue on. He eventually follows me through.
The Musketeers yard is much more bare of equipment. Instead small groups of men take turns sparring with hands and swords. Others practice their shooting, Muskets in hand. The rest sit and stand about, chatting heartily. Their wardrobes a mix of new and old leathers.
I spotted him across the yard. His two fellow Musketeers I had met days earlier stood at either side of him. Seemingly arguing over something, though it didn't seem serious. Athos just stood quietly Alamo's amused at his friends bickering. I turn to Charles.
"Do not interfere."
"Excuse me, Daria this could get you killed! You expect me to sit back And let this happen?" He keeps his voice low.
I put a hand on his shoulder "My plan will work. Stay out of my way." My tone a mix of assurance and warning. He angrily looks after me as I turn my back to him and take a few steps forward. Close enough so that all may hear me.
"ATHOS!" I shout. A few of the men look in my direction. Athos and his counterparts turn in my direction. He quirks an eyebrow at my yelling. I begin walking towards them, my hand trembles slightly as I take hold of my sword and unsheathe it. A few of the men, including his two friends go to grab theirs but he holds up a hand and they all fall at ease. Authoritative.
I hold my sword up in front of me, stopping mere feet from the Man.
"What is this about, Daria?" He tries my name out on his tounge.
"Three months past, you are your little friends attacked my Family's farm. You..." I train my sword further up at Athos chest. "Drove a sword through my Fathers chest. You killed him!" I shout the last part loudly.
"I did no such thing!" He rebuffs.
"Liar!" I swing my sword at him but he grabs hold of my wrist.
"You don't want to do this." He warns me.
I lean a little closer to him.
"Oh but I do." I rip my wrist free and ready myself.
YOU ARE READING
The Female Musketeer
Historical FictionDaria D'Artagnan was just a farm girl. The Three musketeers Athos, Porthos and Aramis were just soldiers. But all four found they were more than just titles given to them. Love, Revenge and Swords make for a good time. But when it comes to being a w...
