I've always been interested in the idea of the Musketeers and Game of Thrones coming together so this follows the events of Game of Thrones (or the books depending on how I write it) but with the characters of the Musketeers being the main focus. This chapter is more about setting the scene than anything else so please enjoy and tell me what you think
The hall of Lord Louis was situated close to Lannisport in Westeros. They owed their allegiance to the Lannisters of Lannisport and had done so ever since the Targaryens had crossed the narrow sea with their dragons. Louis had married Anne, one of the daughters of a distant relative of the Lannisters, soon after the death of his Father who had died fighting in Kingslanding during Robert Baratheons' rebellion.
Then 7 years ago he had created the Musketeers to guard him. The Musketeers were considered the best fighters in the land, with the men coming from all over Westeros and across the narrow sea. Some of the men were sons of noble men. Others' bastards or farmers. But when they joined the Musketeers they were nothing but Musketeers. Louis had created it so the Musketeers where similar to those of the Kingsguard or the Nightswatch. His men held no titles, no lands. Though that wasn't to say they weren't biased towards the ways of the Lords and Ladies of Westeros.
Captain Treville was in charge of the musketeers, having served Louis' Father for many years before his death. He had fought in Roberts' rebellion and had been present when the current King had killed Rhaegar Targaryen. He took great pride in the Musketeers, always making sure they were the best of any.
Of course Cardinal Richelieu would state that his Red Guards were better fighters than the Musketeers. The Cardinal was the advisor of Louis and was considered to be one of the most dangerous men in Westeros, even more so than some of the members of King Robert Baratheons' small council.
Within the ranks of the Musketeers, there were three men that were considered the best fighters in the regiment and quite possibly in the whole of Westeros.
Athos had come to the Musketeers from his own lands in the Riverlands, where he had been one of the lords in the service of Lord Hoster Tully the Lord of Riverrun. However, when his wife had betrayed him and killed his brother Athos had come to the Musketeers, seeking a new start. And he had gotten it. His skills with the sword where a rival to any of the best swordsmen within Westeros or even across the narrow sea.
Porthos, like Athos, had come to the Musketeers in search of a way to get out of the life he had been living. He had lived in Flea bottom in Kingslanding, making a living from thieving money from the pockets of people in the streets. Porthos was a brilliant fighter, which had always helped him when the goldcloaks came after him when he was accused of stealing. Though he had wanted a change and the Musketeers had given him that.
The third was Aramis. He had been a Musketeer the longest of the three friends, coming when the regiment had first been created. Aramis was from Dorne and of any of the Musketeers was the most secretive about his past. He was the bastard son of Prince Oberyn Martell, which had greatly influenced his decision to join the Musketeers. Of course, that wasn't something he would ever say to anyone.
Recently, the three inseparables, as they were called around the regiment, had required a fourth member to their friendship. Young D'artagnan a farmer from Highgarden. He had come to them, thinking Athos had killed his Father. Porthos and Aramis had managed to persuade D'artagnan of Athos' innocence and after saving Athos' life, they had become great friends. D'artagnan was currently training to become a Musketeer.
While the court of Louis was not completely without problems, the problems weren't too bad. That was until a letter came to their court, carrying words that would change the game forever and pit friend against friend.
Cardinal Richelieu walked into the hall of Louis, brandishing a letter in his hands. Treville, Anne and Louis were in the room and looed expectantly at the man. "Robert Baratheon is dead."
"Dead. Dead how?" Captain Treville asked. He had a certain level of respect for this King, something he had never had for the previous King, Areys Targaryen, or the Mad King as he was more commonly known.
"Killed by a boar, I'm told." Louis frowned.
"How does this affect us?" He asked, expecting the Cardinal to answer.
"Currently not a lot though there are rumours of war." The Cardinal said. "If that is true, then we will have to send men to help the Lannisters."
"Of course we will." Louis said, looking at Treville. "Your Musketeers will fight for the Lannisters." Treville nodded in answer, though he hoped it would not come to war. He knew his men had families outside of those loyal to the Lannisters and if war did come, he did not know who would stay and who would not.
"Excellent. Though I do hope it does not come to that." Louis said but Treville knew better. With Robert Baratheon dead who knew quit what would happen.
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