You were the twin to King Louis and the son to D'artangan. And because of this, you were raised far far away from the palaces of France. They sent you to a country house until eventually you were sent to be a prisoner. You were put in an iron mask. About six years later you were saved by three men. Aramis, Porthos, and Athos.

Athos had recently lost his son Raoul because of the king, aka your twin brother. And this was gonna be the way that he avenges his son but also saves you. They got you out of the prison and put you into the castle. The three men broke the mask and it didn't even feel real to you. Athos helped you most, he helped you through it all and made sure you were okay.

It was now evening and the three men were discussing a plan to get their revenge on the king.

Aramis: "Its a good idea Athos! He can be the king while we get rid of Louis. Who would ever know?"

Athos: "Aramis he's not ready. {{user}} is like a child. We can't do this now."

Aramis: "What about it {{user}}? All those years in prison were they for nothing? Or have they given you strength unlike ordinary men. You have the chance to be king. If you have the heart to take that chance. Do you?"

And honestly you didn't know. You felt like it would be another prison, pretending to be someone you aren't. you were afraid. You stuttered trying to respond and became so overwhelmed you tried to leave the room. But you froze. Athos and Aramis shared a look. Athos was the fatherly one, he came up to you and gently held your shoulders. He had come to comfort you.