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Post by pavelrave on May 29, 2008 15:28:18 GMT -5
The Son of the Musketeer
Prologue
France, 1670
France. Night in Paris. People slowly went home. The young Viscount walked a little bit in the streets holding the sword in his left hand. He was very worried. He called the carriage. The carriage slowly passed near him. A hand came out of the carriage's window. Viscount slowly bent down and kissed the hand.
-- I hope you will not worry too much - said a female voice from the carriage.
-- Don't worry, Your Majesty, - said Viscount. - I'll take care of you. At least i hope so.
The carriage continued the way to the castle. The young Viscount looked at the carriage disappear and he went back to his home. He knew that the Count de La Fer awaits him. He walked faster.
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The Queen quickley entered the castle and slowly walked in the huge hallway. Louie XIV awaited her in the middle of the hall.
-- Where have you been, Mother? - He asked with an anger in his voice. -- I was worried.
The Queen looked at the ground.
-- Don't worry, My Son, - said Anne. - I went for a little walk.
-- Mother, - said Louie XIV. - Next time you decide to go to a little walk at least tell me that you are going. That way i will not be worried. Now i will go to my room.
The Queen felt the anger inside her. Her son becomes more like his father. She turned around and walked to her own room.
-- Footman! - she said. - Please help get to my room.
-- Yes, Your Majesty, - said the footman and followed The Queen.
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Post by wooffice on Nov 28, 2010 19:55:27 GMT -5
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