Alexandra de Liarad strode into the courtyard of the castle grounds. She slipped between groups of sparring musketeers and made her way toward the door to the castle with extremely important news. She had heard rumors of the Cardinal planning to assassinate King Louis XIII and his queen-to-be Anne on their wedding day, if not sooner; all so he could take over France with the help of his Cardinal's guard. Alex had to tell the king of this before it came true.
If someone were to mention her name, Alexandra, no one would have a clue who they were talking about. However, they would know an Alex de Liarad; a 17 year-old boy that was still having puberty troubles with his voice and was either a 'late-bloomer', or was doomed to be 5'3" forever and not the strongest build.
Alexandra felt like she was wearing a corset that only went over her chest. It had been so easy to pose as a boy before she had 'become a woman'. She hadn't had to bind her chest on a daily basis. Her dark brown hair fell to her mid-neck in a short ponytail. Although everyone thought it, no one mentioned the fact that 'Alex' did, indeed, look a bit feminine.
Her piercingly blue eyes scanned the area, seeing swords clashing all over; in a friendly manner of course. All wore the blue hats and shirts of the musketeer's outfit. She was only a step or so from the door, hoping no one would stop her and that the king would, indeed, be inside.
She paused for a moment, trying to remember how she had ended up where she was. Ah yes, her pig of a father. Every day he had reminded her that he had wanted a son so his child could 'do him proud'. He even blamed her mother's death on her not being a boy, fast enough to get the medic in time. She had vowed that she would prove her father wrong; she would prove everyone wrong. Boy or girl, she would do the country, and the king, proud.
But When The Lights Go Out...
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