D'Artagnan's P.O.V
It had been a hard seven years and I was finally ready to leave home just a month after what would have been Yasmina's twenty first birthday. I still missed Yasmina very much. Mother had told us that day that Captain Rochefort had not killed her but we don't know what could have happened after they left that fateful day. Now here I was setting off to Paris with hope that maybe my beloved sister was still alive. I started off on my journey, not knowing what I would find once I arrived in the city of Paris.
It took me three days to get to Paris but my first minutes were anything but normal. First, some eye patch wearing stranger insulted my prized horse, Buttercup and we got into a fight. I was spared when a beautiful woman in an elegant coach stopped the man and tossed me her handkerchief. Not long after that, I met three strangers and ended up challenging all three to fight an hour apart from each other. That soon turned into a fight against some guards.
In the midst of the fight, I met a beautiful girl that was buying flowers. She shot me down though and warned me I didn't stand a chance with her and to stick to sword play. Eventually, everyone cleared off and I left with the remaining musketeers and followed them to their headquarters, ready to be the musketeer I knew I was destined to be but not ready for what tomorrow would hold.
Yasmina's P.O.V
It had taken me awhile to adjust to being called 'her majesty' but what mattered was that I was beginning to find more of a connection with my husband. He was still slightly shy but then again so was I. Kitty was doing my hair when Constance came in with the fresh pear blossoms I wanted in my study. "Something wrong Constance" I asked. "There was a fight in the square between the Cardinal's guards and the musketeers. Some handsome stranger was also in the fight on the musketeer's side. He was so dashing and brave" she told me. "Did the dashing one have a name" I asked, standing up and following her to the study while Kitty returned to the kitchens. "I think he said his name was D'Artagnan." Constance replied.
I paled and she noticed immediately. "Something wrong your majesty" Constance asked. "Constance, don't say anything yet to his majesty but that is my brother's name. I haven't seen him in seven years. There is much I haven't told anyone not even Louis. He will have them here tomorrow and I will want to see for myself if this is my brother. From what you said, it sure sounds like my dear brother" I told her as we fixed the flowers. "What's he like" Constance asked.
"He lives for adventure just like our father and no, he's not courting anyone if you're curious. He might be a flirt but he is very much the gentleman" I told her. "What makes you think I have any interest in him" Constance asked. "Your eyes said it all when you told me he was dashing and brave. That usually says a lot Constance. I think you would be suitable for him" I told her. She blushed a little and we finished arranging the flowers.
I finally let Constance have some time by herself while I went down to the gardens for a walk. I took my parasol and got outside before opening it and walked among the flowers. I spent a couple of hours taking in the peaceful scents but I was anxious as to what tomorrow would hold.