The Currently Untitled Story of Count Rochefort
an excerpt

It was almost two weeks now since he had left Paris and retired his sword. The first was a decision he didn’t regret, as it had got him away from Cardinal Richelieu and Dogtanian who both annoyed him, though for completely different reasons. Giving up his sword was another matter, and there were times when he thought the decision, and especially the loud declaration in front of the Musketeers had been too rash, a mistake made in a foolish outburst of feeling and hurt honour.

There was no way of going back though, and his honour, or what was left of it, would become even more stained if he took back his word and picked up his sword again. No, he would have to come up with something else now. That was the main reason of his travel; he needed to clear his head after what had happened in Paris and find a new direction for his life, preferably something that had nothing to do with the King’s Musketeers.

When his thoughts started circling around that topic again, he quickly pushed them away and concentrated on the dark road ahead of him. The Musketeers were something he didn’t want to think about for reasons that he couldn’t even begin to admit to himself. Maybe he would ponder them and his own actions in the past once he felt his life was stable again, but right now he had too many other problems in mind.