Hello! Here is chapter 2. I'll write till I know what, and later we'll see.

Enjoy

"I have a new job for you" Marcus was beaming with joy. They were sitting in his estate by the sea shore. The sun was setting and Marianne had been celebrating her free time before he came. Marcus was a man in his mid-forties, with jet black hair and tanned skin. He wore rich, merchant clothing tightened around his big stomach. The girl next to him was nothing like her friend. She was slim and tall with dirty blond hair hanging to her shoulder blades and sparkling green eyes. That day she wore long blue dress and her feet were bare. Marianne yawned.

"Really?" she asked uninterested. "Where, this time?"

"First of all you have to go to London" he stated. "Later, where your employee will send you"

"Great, I just love this famous English fog" Marianne muttered under her breath.

"It won't be that bad my dear!" he laughed. Marcus was a good friend of her father who took her in after her parent's death and taught her everything she knew. "He's a very important man, you know, some say, more important than the king himself!"

"And who it will be?" she asked. She was tired, the wounds received during the last mission were bothering her when practicing, and she wasn't ready for the next job.

"The Duke of Buckingham!" Marcus cried happily, but she didn't share his emotions. Instead she jumped to her feet, furious ignoring the pain in her wounded leg.

"What!" she exclaimed "Do you know who are you talking about?"

"He will pay more than the last one" Marcus tried to defend himself. "Sit my dear. You know that this man can do everything!"

"I know" she nodded "I heard about him."

"Than what's a problem?" asked the man. "You're strong, you'll manage."

"I'm not well enough after Paris" she replied. "Damned musketeer hurt me really badly."

"Buckingham promised to give you time to recover completely" Marcus assured her. "How much you want, he really want you."

"That flatters me Marcus" she replied "But surely, it has to be someone else!"

"Of course, I can find you other job, but not as well paid as this!" said Marcus with a frown. "It will be only a few months, maybe even less. You'll do your job and take holidays. Long, lazy holidays, what do you think?" Marianne sighed. It was a very difficult decision.

"Did he mention who I would fight?" she asked suspiciously. Marcus shook his head. "Great!" she groaned.

"So, you'll do this?" he asked and she nodded slowly. "Amazing! I'll prepare everything!" with these words he began to stand up but she stopped him.

"Marcus I won't be off before summer" she laughed. "My leg doesn't support me, and I have to practice a lot before the next job. If Buckingham wants me as much as you claim he will wait that long"

"Of course!" he exclaimed hopefully. "I'll leave you now, my dear. Take care"

"Always" she laughed as he left the balcony and disappeared inside.


"Wait!" D'Artagnan interrupted "You worked for Buckingham?" she nodded slowly.

"Years ago" she said.

"So why did he throw you into the dungeons?" Asked the boy and she smirked.

"I was to tell you" she replied "Do you want to know the rest?"

"Yeah, please go on." She nodded and began again.

"So, summer came …