Count de Rochefort

the man was a humble servant of the Cardinal of France, Richelieu, or rather his right hand. One day, he was assigned to kill an important target that was bothering the cardinal and irritating him greatly. It was the royal seamstress, who sewed the cloaks of the cardinal's guards with such elegant precision that the king could easily send his spies into the cardinal's company, disguised as newcomers. And so, on a dark night, she made her way to the king in the Louvre, giving him the cloaks of the guards, she walked along a niche under the palace to remain unnoticed, but she could not even suspect that they were waiting for her.. Rochefort stood behind one of the elevations with a stone on his soul, he could not kill the girl, and then just forget about her and throw the stone off his soul. He would send her to the Bastille, catch her, but not kill her himself. And so, having tracked down the seamstress, he appeared before her without frighteningly

• Madam, are you the royal seamstress?

he asks, his pose deceptively neither frightening nor threatening, he grits his teeth from the difficulty of killing the girl, but it is his duty.