If I ever write a memoir, the chapter chronicling these events will be titled "The experiences I should not have had in the places I should not have been.”
If I ever write a memoir, the chapter chronicling these events will be titled "Henrietta d’Arringnon - 1693
“This is madness,” Henrietta said to Snow. “I barely know these men.” The qualms about the wisdom of her decision had occurred quite belatedly; she had already ceded her lodgings and arrived at St. Jean’s Cathedral to meet up with the Musketeers. “This de Brangelton is so persuasive. Nothing seems impossible or outrageous when he is present.”
With a graceful twist of her long neck to glance at Henrietta, Snow huffed. The white horse with long black mane and tail had been shy and stubborn when they first met, but Henrietta had
