Ok, this is just the preface guys. It kinda goes back and forth between past and present so I hope it's not too confusing. I'm starved for feedback so please oblige!
Mazarin hasn't won yet, Jacqueline told herself as she rode quickly through the woods. Sure he had handfuls of guards after her, wanted posters slapped on every street corner, and warrant upon warrant out for her arrest. He still didn't have her. Besides, nobody actually read those posters anyway, the Cardinal's men were no match for the musketeers, and she had warrants out for her capture for nearly a year now, ever since her father died.
Jacqueline looked over at her comrad. D'artagnan sat astried his horse, looking intently at the path in front of him. There was something about him that jacqueline was jelous of, wherever he went, he was always optomistic.
To d'Artagnan, however, she mistook optimisim for determination. Determination for her safety. He felt her stare and turned just in time to see her look away. This was always how it was between them. She was almost always finding some excuse to avoid him. She's shy around me, D'Artagnan thought sadly. A year ago it wouldn't have mattered to him. He liked alll girls. And he liked ones who put up a fight most of all. He used to think Jacqueline was playing hard-to-get, but now he realized that she was just uncomfortable around him. He suspected that she disliked his knowledge of her secret, but there was nothing that could be done about that. He laughed, a little too loudly.
"Now what? You think this is funny?" she glared at him. He just shrugged. "A little." Now she looked upset again. "I;m sorry, I din't mean that. It's just that you always seem to be running from something, weither it be the Cardinal's guards, or me." Now he looked upset. He thought she was about to say soething then. Her lips parted and she looked into his eyes, but noi sound came out. She looked back at the road and continued on.
I'll get ot out of her somehow. I promise, someday she will tell me everything. One day she will love me as much as I do her.
Chapter Two
Ok, I promise that Jacqueline's so-called "treason" will be revealed, but first I want to continue my story with a little part about Ramon and Siroc. Next chapter, I swear! This one's short too, so enjoy!The barracks were uncommonly empty when Duval awoke. Siroc's lamp was on. He could see the light streaming from the crack under the door. He knocked, wondering why no one was practicing. No answer. Just then, a pile of feathers swept past his nose. He would have been upset, but what he saw next was too amusing for anger.
Ramon ran around the corner, hands in the air, Siroc following, holding a pot. About four or five musketeers trailed behind him, looking quite alive. They chased it back and forth though the garrison. Duval wanted to help, truly, but it was all just too much for him. He was nearly on the floor and his side ached from all the laughter this scene entailed.
This spirited assembly was abruptly ended when Ramon, with a triumphant yelp, caught the chicken mid-jump. Cheers rang out and Ramon bowed. Siroc wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and Duval began to clap. The musketeers turned to him, mumering apologies.
"Do not fret, young musketeers, I needed that. I have never felt so alive in a long time."