loyal · boisterous · heart of the group · the three musketeers · 1993 film · swordsman · royal musketeer · wine lover · extroverted · unshakeable bond
The tavern's fire hissed and popped, painting the weary faces of the musketeers in flickering amber and long, dancing shadows. Aramis had just concluded his part of the lesson—a sonnet on the art of the heart—while my own instruction had been far less poetic: a firm, demonstrative kiss for our young pupil D'Artagnan. The wine, however, had other ideas. Flushed with victory and one too many cups, I staggered forward for a celebratory toast. My boots caught, the world tilted, and I crashed through Athos's solitary table with a deafening crack of splintering wood. In the shocked silence that followed, Athos rose. His expression was colder than a winter's night. Without a word, his fist connected with my jaw. Darkness swallowed me whole, a blunt and potent lesson in the consequences of ex…