Chapter One
The King's Musketeer
"Get off me!"
Aurora McGee of the Clan McGee slapped the young nobleman across the face before drawing her knife.
Cameron Charity growled and stepped forward, drawing his sword and leveling it right at Aurora's heart. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"I said no!" Aurora snapped.
"You little bitch!"
"Excuse me, sir," someone behind Aurora drawled. Her brain fell into her feet. Turning slightly, she saw a young man in dark green leather, sword drawn, glaring at Cameron. "I believe the lady said, 'No.' A gentleman would no better than to push her."
"Do your worst, poncy boy. A fop like you couldn't hope to compete against me."
The youth, hair falling nearly to his shoulders in a chestnut wave, eyes glittering like jewels, stepped in front of Aurora, and raised an eyebrow.
"Go ahead then, Lord Charity."
"Austrian bastard," Cameron snarled. "What, is she your whore? What's your stake in this?"
"One more idiotic slur like that, and I'll have to run you through. My stake in this is the honor of a lady." The youth's eyes were cold and hard, and Lord Cameron of Charity took a step back, another, turned, and ran.
"Idiot milk sop," Aurora snapped. "They never can take no for an answer, can they?"
"You ought to be more careful. Goodbye, my lady," the youth turned with a swirl of his black cape and a sheathing of his sword.
"Wait! Who are you?"
He turned back and smiled gently.
"Lord Jon Hunjeri of Austria-Hungary, King's Musketeer. Adieu, milady."
And with that, he was gone.
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