A Musketeers Story by Belle
Notes:
Warnings of historical untruth.
Nothing You recognize is mine.
Forgive my mistakes as English is not my first language.
Blackwaters Army is my creation. It's an army whose soldiers are mostly traitors, mercenaries, and prisoners.
I know that I have another left for a good story here, but I promise to update it soon.
#Prologue
The musketeer captain and his three best men stood at the end of the long red carpet in their new uniforms. Heads raised and backs straight, they started to walk forward, passing their comrades and nobles to stand in front of their monarch and the three throne chairs. In queen's right stood three women dressed in silks and satins, faces lit with smiles and eyes shining with pride, looking at their men. The king stood, and the musketeers bowed.
"The musketeers proved their worth more than once. This war has been won this far; because of their tries, now it is time to appreciate their efforts." The king announced to the room. And then he turned to his soldiers. "Kneel musketeers."
Knees connected softly with the ground, and the king walked toward his loyal protectors. The king drew his sword and put its tip on Athos' shoulder.
"Olivier d'Athos, the Comte de la Fere, The captain of my musketeers." The attendants gasped at the mention of the title, and Athos' eyes widened. He caught Treville's eyes, who was smiling and focused on the king's speech. "More than Pinon, the states Allemant and Vauxaillon are now yours. Rule them as you wish. You are a member of my council now and will live in louver. Stand now"
Athos Obeyed. The king threw a jeweled medal over his neck, and a pouch of money was put in his hand.
The king moved only to stop in front of Porthos and renewed his speech. "Porthos du Vallon, the only son of Marquis Belgard. His state is now yours by law, and We'll allow it." The crowd gasped again. None of the nobles thought that two musketeers were so high ranked in this society. The king continued. "For all your services, I now announce you General du Vallon. You will also be a member of my council. Stand now" Another medal and another pouch of gold.
The tip of the sword this time came atop d'Artagnan's shoulders. "Oh, my loyal d'Artagnan, A loyal musketeer and a loyal friend. You will not be a musketeer anymore. You are Captain of musketeers from now on. You attend the court whenever we want. Stand now." The prize was delivered. And the king moved to stand in front of the last soldier. For a long moment, nothing was said, and the sword did not ascend on any shoulders. It was a moment to remember the last words the two spoke together.
You will have no contact with the Queen or the Dauphin; he is my son, not yours! When he's frightened, or he falls, it is me he seeks. When he hears Papa, it is my face he sees not yours! And I will see to it that you play no part in his life, even when I'm dead. You will not see him; I will make sure of that!
"We always keep our promises." The king started solemnly. "You Aramis will be the commander of my army in borders and shores from Saint-Gaudens to Le-Barcares and keep our borders safe from these Godless Spanish." The Venom in Louis' voice could be heard clearly. "You are not to return to Paris unless with victory or your lifeless body. Captain Aramis of Blackwaters Army."
The satisfaction rebelled through the king's vain when he saw the slight paleness of Aramis' face, and he turned to his nobles and cried.
"A feast will be held tonight."