King Louis XIII sat in his study, in extremely deep distress. He had been caught by his wife, Anne, having an affair with a woman known only as Milady De Winter that he had now found out was a killer and a thief. He also found that she had been running that slave ring that he and D'Artagnan had escaped from and freed others. If anything, he was extremely disgusted with himself. Certainly, his marriage with Anne had not been perfect but she had stayed by his side, blessed him with a son, and this was how he thanked her? He called for a meeting with Captain Treville, who led his loyal musketeers and the leader of the palace guards, Captain Rochefort. Louis confided in them more than anyone else.
The three of them knew that despite Louis being king, the church and justice could have him tried for adultry. That would lead to a lot of problems that no one wanted to deal with. Just then, a thought dawned upon Rochefort and he spoke "Your majesty, I believe I know the answer to your dilema. There is one killer known to match Milady's skill."
"Please tell me you're not suggesting the elusive black rose angel" Treville asked, glaring at Rochefort like he was mad.
"Whoever that is might be our only answer at this point. We both know what mess will come if this gets out" Rochefort shot back.
"No one even knows what the black rose angel looks like or where to find them" Treville commented.
"Treville, Rochefort, enough from both of you. Rochefort, if you know where to find this assasin then take a purse of gold and implore their help. Treville, you make a reserve plan if Rochefort should fail" Louis instructed.
Rochefort took off immediatly and set off into the city as the sun began setting. No one could have known what would come of hiring this mystery killer or that things would change for one lonely musketeer.