Selin Hizli

Slut!

Oh, bravo, Mother.

You're doing so well with your words.

The servant hands it to me, and I feel a wave of relief when I recognize Cardinal Richelieu's seal.

Ma chère Comtesse, I hope this letter finds you in good cheer, despite the pain of your loss.

The Comte de la Fere was a man I held in the highest regard, a serious, sober, and courageous soldier.

Please accept apologies for my absence from the funeral.

Important business at court made it impossible to leave Paris.

As some small recompense, a mutual friend, the Comte de Rochefort, has arranged an introduction for you with Her Majesty Marie de' Medici, the King's mother.

She is seeking the right woman to serve as her lady-in-waiting.

Rochefort has recommended you for the role.

My hope is that it might provide the distraction from grief you must sorely crave after such an ordeal as that you have lately endured.

Sincerely, Cardinal Richelieu.

Perhaps having everything you want is overrated.

I find the land of plenty profoundly unsatisfying.

I'm not built to be comfortable or at ease.

I am made for the scorching heat of battle.

On my return to Paris, I settle into a new apartment, not far from Marie de' Medici's residence in the Luxembourg Palace.

After some days of repose, I receive an invitation to an audience with Her Majesty in her rooms in the Western Wing.

Doors open onto a world more opulent and splendid than any I have imagined.