Not Exactly the Three Musketeers

Not Exactly the Three Musketeers is a swashbuckling parody of Alexandre Dumas's classic novel. Irreverent? Heck yes, but more fun than a dozen bodice-rippers combined.
Meet the heroes of Castle Cullinane: Kethol - the pretty fellow, a long and lanky redhead with an easy smile and an easygoing attitude that his clever eyes deny. He is quick with a quip ... and quicker with a sword. Durine - the big man, a head taller than most and twice as wide, built like a barrel, with a loyal heart and hands too thick to use anything more delicate than an ax handle. Pirojil - the ugly one, his face heavy-jawed, with an eye ridge that would mark him as a Neanderthal only to the most gracious. But looks deceive, and his might be the rarest gift of all. Athos, Porthos, and Aramis they're not....
What they are is part of the loyal household of the Castle Cullinane, sworn to protect the Cullinane manse ... and the sometimes heroic Jason Cullinane, who (some say foolishly) chose to renounce his family's right to the throne.
When our heroes are summoned by the reigning Dowager Empress (who is convinced that Jason's renunciation is merely a ruse to destroy her own aspirations) and are sent on a mission to investigate whether an errant noblewoman is being coerced into an arranged marriage, our heroes know that things are more complicated than they seem. But they have no way of knowing who is friend or foe ... or whose hand holds the killing blade. And if they play the wrong card, they won't lose only their lives but will help destroy the house that they have sworn to protect.