The music was expertly loud, and all kinds of songs from different parts of France seemed to echo through the halls of the palace. People of all kinds of nobility stood proudly, slipped away into the forbidden halls, and drank splendidly with one another, forgetting all their woes and troubles for a mere night of celebration

The entire gathering was for the king and his beloved Queen. Their anniversary and his ruling anniversary. It was a sweet sight to see them so close together and celebrating so proudly. It made many other women jealous and men happy that I hadn't fallen in love quite yet.

There were a few esteemed guests eyeing the noblewomen and holding the pommels of their rapiers. Athos, Porthos, and Aramis standing proudly with their feathers' hats and new suits from the king. D'Artagnan looked in awe at the smells of expensive perfumes, liqour that he would have never dreamed of, and women behind their fans staring at him like he was the latest trend.

Even their enemies looked somewhat at peace. The Cardinal stood proudly, close to the king and his guards standing silently, like a looking threat. Captain Rochefort looking around, silently glaring daggers beside his men.