Athos was here. She was sure of it. It was not like the day on the road where a few moments of hope swelled in her heart before she leapt out of the carriage only to be met with an empty horizon. No, he was here. The rumors of the King’s Musketeers being in France at the time of war with Spain did not help Anne disregard the logic of him being here, especially now that she heard he replaced Captain Treville.
Anne quietly excused herself from her new husband’s side and made her way around the large, crowded ballroom. Her ears perked to every conversation she passed; her eyes searched for the likeness of his face. She missed this - the joy and adrenaline of the hunt. But why was she doing this? This was madness.
Stop this. He’s not here. She admonished.
She soon grew tired of going in circles, hearing the same faces and mindless chatter. Her new friend known as Defeat soon came to the rescue and she was soon ready to cling to it when her eyes fell on a the figure