(A/N: I am back with my next continuation from my previous account!

Y'all really blew me away with your support on the last story!

Sorry it's taking me so long to upload. I'm working on getting to a point when I can spend more time writing and less time working :)

These first 2 chapters have already been posted before so... I apologize if you're rereading them but... Next chapter will be up soon! I promise!)

"You four girls tried to warn the musketeers of the impending threat of the prince." King Edward said,"You were doubted and abruptly banned from the castle. But you chose to return, despite the possibility of getting caught and arrested."

Corinne looked over at her friends and smiled. The moment they'd been waiting for!

"You defied all odds and saved not only the Prince, but myself and the Queen." Edward continued, "You no longer have a normal place in society. From this moment on, your place is with the musketeers!"

The cheers from the crowd were deafening,

"Musketeers!" the four girls laughed happily, right before they hugged.

Then they went down to mingle with the people and to thank Helene for her help.

Madame De' Bosse was no longer the head of the castle maids. Upon a special request, Bosse had been demoted and Helene now held the title of head maid.

~*~*~*All-for-one*~*~*~

Corinne snuggled downdeeper into the blankets and sighed. She never knew being a musketeer would feel so wonderful. It even made the bed feel more comfortable.

Just then her ears picked up the sound of footsteps quietly walking across the floor.

She stiffened. It definitely wasn't any of the girls. Intruder!, her mind screamed.

A moment later a firm hand grabbed her shoulder and in an instant, her hand flew out and grasped the wrist, giving it a vicious swing.

"Whoa!" a familiar voice shouted.

The next thing she knew, the hand had grabbed her arm, yanking her to the floor with the person and they both landed on the ground with a *THUD*, that was thankfully muffled by the carpet. The next moment she was pinned to the floor, two firm hands holding her shoulders down, then she looked up into a set of amused, sparkling brown eyes.

"Remind me not to wake you up early."

She frowned, "Louis?"

"Hi." he chuckled, still holding her in place.

She shook her head slightly, an accusing look coming over her face, "What are you doing in..." she stopped and looked around. Twenty foot ceiling with carved crown molding and a chandelier. Large balcony doors. Large four poster bed. Huge wardrobe. Plush carpet... not tile, and of course the grinning young king.

She blinked a couple of times then looked back up at him, "We're... married now. Aren't we?"

His eyebrows rose and he laughed disbelievingly, "Yeah, for six months now. Did you forget?"

"Oh, no." she shook her head "Of course not."

"You're a terrible liar." he kissed the end of her nose then stood up and pulled her to her feet.

"Sorry." she mumbled, her face slightly red "Guess my brain was elsewhere."

He grinned, his eyes still sparkling with amusement, "I think I can handle it."

She quickly grabbed her musketeer dress from the wardrobe and disappeared into the dressing room to change.

Louis shook his head and stepped out onto the balcony and looked around. A second later there was a slight knock on the door and his mother peeked her head in, "I heard a crash, is everything okay?"

Louis laughed, "Everything's fine, Mom." he answered as he walked over to join her, "I just intruded on Corinne's dreams and got thrown across the room for it."

Annabelle cleared her throat in attempt not to laugh but ended up letting a chuckle escape anyways, "Well, I need to talk to you as soon as she leaves, alright?"

He frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing." She assured him, "We just need to talk." then she quickly left.

Louis leaned back against the wall to wait but barely had a second to do so because right at that moment Corinne returned to the room twisting her hair up into a bun, her musketeer hat held firmly in between her teeth. She quickly slipped the bobby pins into her hair, took her hat in her hand and turned to face him with a grin, "How do I look?"

He smiled broadly as he straightened up and walked over to her "Like a musketeer."

She raised an eyebrow "In the good way or the bad way?"

He chuckled, "Always good." then he leaned down and kissed her, "So what are your plans?"

"Town patrol I believe." she answered, "Then we'll return and... do other stuff."

He sent her a knowing look, "You mean helping with the chores?"

"That's other stuff." she retorted, "Now I have to go." she stepped around him and headed for the door, but not before he grabbed her elbow and spun her back into the room, "Louis!" she laughed, "I have to go or I'll be late."
"The queen is never late, everyone else is simply early." he responded with a smile, "And besides, the reason I got slammed is because I woke you up early."

"O-oh." she nodded slowly, "Gotcha. So why did you wake me up early?"

"To show you something." he took her hands and pulled her towards the balcony and swung open the doors.

Corinne's eyes widened and she laughed, "It snowed last night!"

Everything as far as the eye could see was covered in a fresh, undisturbed lair of powdery white snow, the rising sun gave it a rosy-golden, sparkling glow.

"Wow." she breathed after a moment, "We are so going to have to take up the balloon and see what this looks like from the sky."

He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "It's a promise." then he kissed her cheek and released her, "Well, I guess we'd better get a move on if we want to get everything done today, huh?"

"Mm-hm." she followed him back inside and closed the doors then shivered, "It's definitely colder."

He held up her winter musketeer cape, "Then don't forget this. There's no sense in you catching a cold." he walked over to her and gracefully swung it around her shoulders and secured the large button before he leaned down and kissed her one last time, "Have a good day."

"You too." she grinned as she walked from the room. A few minutes later she stepped out the front doors and was greeted by a hail of snowballs, "Hey!" she ducked quickly but still managed to get hit in the shoulder with one, "What's with the ambush?"

Viveca laughed and tossed a snowball in the air, "Mornin'!" then she sent the cold packed snow flying at the blond.

Corinne quickly jumped out of the way then sliced her hand through the ball, smashing it into a million little snowflakes and grabbed a large roll of snow herself and hurled it at the brunette.

Viveca screamed and tried to move out of the way, but her feet slid on the snowy ground and she landed with an 'umf' in the white powder.

Corinne laughed as she walked down the stairs, "You alright, Vivi?"

"Just perfect." she mumbled as she got back to her feet and brushed herself off, "This had better not leave a water stain!"

Aramina laughed and pulled on her gloves, "It wouldn't dare. So, how's the queen today?"

"I don't know." Corinne shrugged, "Haven't seen her yet."

Renee sent her a disbelieving look, "She was talking about you."

"Oh... I'm fine." she rubbed her forehead "And still having a hard time believing that I'm the queen."

"Oh don't worry. The feeling is mutual."

"And the king?" Aramina stared wide eyed at the blond, "Surely you've seen him today."

"Yes I have." Corinne retorted, "And he's doing fine. Now let's go before Treville has a reason to ground us."

~*~*~*Another Cinderella Story*~*~*~

"You wanted to talk to me?" Louis asked as he stepped into the library, where his mother was reading.

"Yes." Annabelle closed her book and stood, "I received a letter this morning." she held up a cream colored envelope, "They decided that now was the time."

"Who did?" as soon as the words left his mouth his eyes widened, "Wait... what!? But it's too soon! She's only been queen for six months!"

"I know Sweetheart. But they never say when they're going to make the appearance." she shook her head slowly, "I'd been queen for three years when they popped in on me... and it was hard."

"But you were raised for this." he walked over to one of the windows and watched as Corinne and her friends mounted their horses, nodding at Treville as they did, "She wasn't. She was raised on a farm with the intent of becoming a musketeer, not a queen." he turned to face the older lady and shook his head, "She's not ready for this. They'll pick her to the bone!"

"Louis, listen. It's not my choice. We're just going to have to do all we can to make sure that she gets through this. And she will. She's stubborn enough."

Louis turned and looked back out the window as he ran a hand through his brown hair, "If they don't break her."