There is Always Something Worth Fighting For
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  • Reads 1,562
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Mar 24, 2013
Michelle always knew that she wasn't the typical kind of girl you would find in France. She has a strong passion for sword fighting and always wanted to become one of the kings musketeers, but sadly, she knew that he wouldn't allow her in because she was a lady. But, that all turned around when she fought off the cardinals guards to protect the queen and was brought back to the palace. What will Michelle do when she is given the choice? ( This is a fan fic of The Three Musketeers movie made in 2011. I own none of the characters expatiation for Michelle)
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