It was early the next morning that I was awaken to a knock at the door. I went downstairs and was suprised to find Porthos at the front door.
"Morning."
"Morning...what are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you too, Daria."
I let him side and we walk to the kitchen. He helps himself to some rolls on the table.
I stand and wait for him to explain why he's here, but he just chews on. After a minute her looks at me coyly.
"Alright, enough playing around." He says to himself presumably "Treville sent me to retrieve you."
"For?"
He Tsk- Tsk's me, as if the answer is obvious.
"To train of course. If you're fighting in the name of a Musketeer, you must fight like a Musketeer."
"Really?" I'm excited. I loved my father, but he only taught me the basics. Learning from professionals, Musketeers at that, was a chance to better my skill.
"But you can't wear that."
"He points to my dress."
"I've won quite a fe fights in a dress. As you know."
"True, but they can hinder your fighting. Tripping, or being caught in something could cause you to loose your target."
"That I can understand, but I don't own anything else."
"Don't worry, we have you covered."
"I don't like that look on your face."
"What look?" He fails to sound shocked.
I narrow my eyes at him as I write a quick or to leave for Mr Bonacieux and Charles. I grabs my Fathers sword and sheath before I go. Then I follow Porthos out the door and we make our way to the Garrison.
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The Female Musketeer
Historical FictionDaria La Vielle 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 wo...
