It was the King’s birthday, and there was a ball to be held in his honour.

Cardinal Richelieu’s plan to assassinate the King had been postponed… For reasons he didn’t make clear to Rochefort. Of course the latter was already disappointed by the lack of action today, so he had to try his best to fit in with all the dancers and the nobles present at the ball. It was more difficult than he thought, to fit in. Not when you look like him. Every lady had a pair, every couple swayed and danced to the music being played by the King’s orchestra… No, it was safe to say he wasn’t a party guy.