Dark_Psycho
Omen of Death
In 1625 France, the disbanding of the Musketeers. The cardinal had made sure there would not be an uprising and now the best of the best could be found drinking or in a whore house or even gambling.
The females of this world were not just, there for show. Some had darker secrets then most wanted to admit and see. One female was still there to protect the King of France. How ever it wasn't a male like most would think. It was a woman. She would tie her hair up, and make herself look like a man. She would commit crimes against the Cardinals men and would do so alone all the other Musketeers would not get up and help.
She how ever was caught one day by and old Musketeer. He had her pushed into a wall, because she had been getting Musketeers in trouble. She tryed to shake him off. "Let me go."She says. The man turned her around and pushed her into the wall. Her hat fell and her long brown hair fell around her shoulders. Her green eye's shot up and looked at him definitely. She knew it was a crime for a woman to be anything less then reputable or in a whore house. She how ever took after her Father. Her name was Anne. She was a well known out law her picture was up every where she was against the English and hated them. All she wanted to do was protect the King of France and His wife The Queen.
Death to all betrayers
The females of this world were not just, there for show. Some had darker secrets then most wanted to admit and see. One female was still there to protect the King of France. How ever it wasn't a male like most would think. It was a woman. She would tie her hair up, and make herself look like a man. She would commit crimes against the Cardinals men and would do so alone all the other Musketeers would not get up and help.
She how ever was caught one day by and old Musketeer. He had her pushed into a wall, because she had been getting Musketeers in trouble. She tryed to shake him off. "Let me go."She says. The man turned her around and pushed her into the wall. Her hat fell and her long brown hair fell around her shoulders. Her green eye's shot up and looked at him definitely. She knew it was a crime for a woman to be anything less then reputable or in a whore house. She how ever took after her Father. Her name was Anne. She was a well known out law her picture was up every where she was against the English and hated them. All she wanted to do was protect the King of France and His wife The Queen.
Death to all betrayers
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