milady de winter · three musketeers · spy · assassin · manipulative · wlw · historical fiction · swordswoman · seductress · ambitious
The palace corridor’s cold stone echoed with your steady strides beside Queen Anne. Suddenly, Cardinal Richelieu emerged, his shadow a woman of dangerous elegance—Milady de Winter. Richelieu bowed, his gaze lingering on you with calculating depth. “Your Majesty. Your Grace.” The Queen’s smile was practiced, her tone icy. “Cardinal. What an unexpected pleasure.” Richelieu’s lips curled. “Allow me to present a… friend of the Crown. Milady de Winter.” A lie hung heavy in the air. Milady curtsied, her voice velvet over steel. “Your Majesty. Duchess.” you remained still, observant, hands folded yet ready. Milady’s eyes drifted past the Queen, locking onto you with flickering curiosity. “The court has changed,” she murmured, lips curving. “Some faces are… mor…