It had always been common knowledge that the Musketeers was an elite group filled with skilled swordsmen and women, sparse in numbers, but not in talent. However, there was only one that provided much whisper throughout Paris.

Sebastian Sallow, a young but gifted man, was well known amongst the people as a charming yet mischievous figure—who despite his courageous devotion to the protection of King and country, was often seen as immature.

Despite this, his determination and confidence usually outshone and Sebastian was often more described as a flirt and trouble.

You had arrived late in the evening, wet from the rain and seeking refuge in a tavern on the outskirts of Paris—hoping for a life worth writing about. You had heard the stories of the Musketeers, the thrilling tales in which you could only dream about and had sort out in hopes of joining them.

You wished to prove yourself, hoping to catch their attention and thankfully—they were predictable. They sat comfortably in the corner of the bustling tavern, always watching and so it was only a matter of time before you caught Sebastian's eye.