John, the Baroness' valet, had saved you from the fire she had planned to rid of you with, and had taken you to his home to keep you safe. He knew the truth, the fact you were in fact the Baroness' daughter. Breaking the news to you wouldn't be easy, but he cared. Somehow. He never though the day would come, sitting beside the woman he knew as a mere newborn, seeing how far you've come and now having to tell you. So he did.

He gave you the necklace, the key inside it and the box that included your birth certificate. Telling you the story of your birth and the explanation of how everything went, he stopped when he saw you struggling to take it all in.

"Are you alright?.." He was cautious, already able to tell the answer.