Healing wounds
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Decisions
D'artagnan took a deep breath calming himself. The next words he was about to say would change his life or end it.
"you're majesty I have served the crown for many years and being honoured to do so,it grieves me to think that your majesty would make me choose between my loyalty to the crown and my loyalty to my fellow musketeers, who have saved my life many times over and have being wounded by a swords meant for me"
D'artagnan reached up to his left hand shoulder were his uniform clasp was and slowly undid it, looking straight into Louis's eyes he took of his uniform.
"I respectfully hand in my resignation and uniform"
He threw his uniform down on the floor with his sword and bowed to the king, then turned on his heel and strode towards the door.
"D'artagnan you walk out that door, you can be assured that you'll never be welcome back in Paris again" Louis shouted after him.
"I'm sorry my lord but I can't deny who I am and I can't break the code of the musketeers" he said reaching the door.
Louis was full of rage, his captain had turned his back on him. He wanted the three traitors died and the only man who knew were they were hiding was walking away from him.
"D'artagnan" Louis shouted as D'artagnan opened the door.
D'artagnan turned around to face the king, just in time to see a dagger flying towards his head.
He flung himself to one side and cursed as he felt the blade cut along the left side of his jaw.
"D'artagnan you are banished from this palace and Paris, I name you traitor to the crown and if I see you again I will have you shot on the spot." Louis spat.
D'artagnan fled his hand on his jaw trying to stop the bleeding, he ran through the hallways of the palace. Sending the servants and the royal guards flying to the side as he ran by.
He ran into his quarters and grabbed a bag full of clothes and supply's, that he'd always kept in case of being sent on a urgent mission.
Throwing the bag over his shoulder, D'artagnan grabbed his travel cloak ,his old golden hilted sword and his old black musketeers uniform. He tied a cloth around his jaw to help cover the wound and stop the bleeding, he ran down to the stables. His first instinct was to get his own grey stallion but he be recognised instantly. So he ran to the unassigned horse's and began to saddle a younger black horse. As soon as it was done D'artagnan mounted and tapped the horse's side with his heels. The horse leaped into a full canter flying through the stables and out of into the courtyard.
D'artagnan heard Louis shouting order's from one of the palace window's ordering the musketeers to close the gates and fire their muskets at him. He lent forward as the musket fire whizzed around him and cursed softly as he felt one hit his leg. He urged his horse through the closing gates and disappeared into the night
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