It's a nasty day.

An hour later. Louis, red with shame and embarrassment, buried his face in his hands. His whole face was covered in paint. Richelieu was the same color as his robe and chose to turn away. De Treville arrived a little at the wrong time. As for other things, why be modest: de Treville came at the most inopportune moment, putting our interlocutors in a terribly awkward position. That's how it was. Their faces were separated by very little. Louis's mustache twitched cheerfully, and his lips stretched into a sweet smile. The cardinal trembled all over. In general, he had a strange attraction to the august persons of France. Previously, he tried to court Anna, but now... The reader is perceptive enough, so there is no point in continuing. Louis placed his hand on the cardinal's shoulder. The king looked up at the minister, but his gaze remained full of royal condescension and patronage for actions. With his thin but beautiful hand, the fingers of which were decorated with expensive rings, Richelieu carefully and tenderly brushed a curl from the face of Louis XIII, and then continued to finger his curls. At this very time, the captain of the royal musketeers, M. de Treville, having found out about the location of the king and not embarrassed by the prospect of the presence of the cardinal at the upcoming conversation, boldly walked in the direction of the gazebo known to us. The small detachment “guarding” the duke and the king did not even think about stopping the walking de Treville. For which they probably had reasons or considerations, because otherwise they could not justify this fatal mistake. Let us be lenient towards those on duty; the author also has reasons for this. The king chuckled cheerfully, blushing slightly. She and the cardinal were already sitting in an embrace, a little embarrassed by this, but feeling comfort and coziness. Richelieu carefully straightened Louis's cloak, then his hair, and in the end he began to blow away some speck from the king's face, but it turned out to be too persistent that he had to get rid of it by gently running his finger over the monarch's cheek. Louis, one of whose palms remained on the cardinal's shoulder, and the other was thrown behind his "cousin's" neck, giggled, and when it came to the speck, he blushed and laughed. - You will kiss me again. “I won’t pass up this opportunity.” -Are you serious now? There was a challenge in the king's eyes. - Well, go ahead and prove your courage. It is not known what the king was thinking about when he uttered these words. But nevertheless... Richelieu lowered himself to Louis's face and pressed his lips to his. The king went nuts, ugh, he was extremely surprised, but he responded to the kiss that he clearly liked. - Your Majesty! Good day to you, I apologize for the sudden visit, but I considered it impossible under such circumstances to postpone it until later... - Here the captain paused and did not open his mouth again. As was said, de Treville was at the wrong time. After some time. The king, whose cheeks continued to glow brightly, finally found the strength to explain. - Treville, I ask you to forget about everything you saw... The captain, this time we won’t express it, was somewhat surprised by what he saw (and he saw very little, because he interfered with the further course of events) and tried to move away from the shock at the same time without missing an opportunity to solve his own problems. “Your Majesty, we will all forget about today.” Neither you, nor, especially, me, will ever remember this. “I rely on your honesty and loyalty to me.” Having bowed politely, de Treville slipped out of the gazebo. The next day. Having met the captain of the musketeers in the corridors of the Louvre, Louis called him to him. For a long time the king stood silently, looking out the window and looking for something there. De Treville waited nervously. In the end he couldn't stand it anymore. - If Your Majesty has nothing to do with me... The monarch gave a hand sign that he could go. Deliberately slowly, de Treville bowed and had already taken a couple of steps when the words of King Louis the Just sounded quietly behind him. - But still, you are a big cunning person. Here he turned on his heel, charmingly tossing back his hair and turning around with a truly royal smile on his tender lips, and added very quietly: - Gascon cunning. Memories and fantasies of M. d'Artagnan of the summer of 1628, based on the day when he was given the honor of being on duty at the side of His Royal Majesty and the esteemed Monsieur the Duke and Cardinal de Richelieu.