"This is rather an audacious look for everyday living is it not?" I shout to Milady over the partition.
"As mortifiying as it may seem to you, dearie. You have to use your God given gifts to get what you want sometimes. There is no modesty in this line of work. You must use all of your assets and skills to survive. Besides, sometimes the best way to hide, is to hide in plain sight."
I hated that she had a point. Every bone in my body despised what she was, who she was. But I knew she was right. More now than ever, I needed to survive. To play my part. Be the opposite of everything I was. Become like the Woman Athos hated most. A terrifying thought given the circumstances.
I step out from the partition and in front of the mirror. The dress is a bold blue.
Milady walks around and inspects me. She picks up a lock of my hair and lets it plop. Back down onto my shoulder.
"It will do I suppose. You're not a very shapely thing are you." She clicks her tounge.
We pay for the dress and make our way to a small market.
"Where are we off to now?" I squint my eyes as the son blazes above.
She pulls out her parasol and lifts it above herself as we walk.
"To Tea. We must discuss this little arrangement."
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Sure enough, we soon arrive at a Tea Shop. We are taken to a small secluded corner. The chattering from other Women blocked out our conversation to anyone who may pass through.After our Tea is set before us, Milady clears her throat. Her venomous eyes staring daggers at me.
"I don't like you, that's not a secrect. But you have done as I asked, so now I will humor this little tit for tat. But is solely because I know your kind. You won't last more than a few weeks before you get caught and hung. You saints seem to have difficulty not getting yourselves killed in the end."
"A very inspiring speech." I say stale.
She lips her cup of tea to her lips, and takes a poised sip. Then she clears her throat. Her face seems more stoic as she speaks again.
"So, how did it feel."
"How did what feel?"
"To kill him."
"What should it matter. What's done is done, my choice is made."
"Good." Her voice is a tad shaky.
The rest of our Tea time is spent in silence. Before she leaves the Shop, Milady give me directions to a building I'm supposed to go to the next day.
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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...