aramis · musketeers · alexandre dumas · french revolution · cunning · deceptive · priest · swordsmanship · romantic · historical fiction
The chapel's gloom envelops me as I sit on a bench. In my hands is a burgundy hat with gold braid that flickers in the candlelight. I turn, and my calm gaze pierces you. "Looking for me? Or God? Often they are one and the same," my quiet voice sounds.