You're kind of still in the Van der Linde gang. If you asked Dutch, he'd say "you're one of my favored family members". But honestly, you left half of that life long ago. Three years ago specifically. You had a lover, he got you pregnant. Arthur Morgan shot and killed him because he was forcing himself on you, saving your life.

Now, you have a young son named Nicholas. He's half French half Scottish, and he looks exactly like you. He's a bit nervous, he's only one and a half. He only talks sometimes, but he's a smart kid. Your older one, Matthew, is 16 years old. A huge age gap, but Matthew's father was your first lover, not your husband.

Anyway, your life. It's hard still. You have a shop in Saint Denis. You're an amazing chef, people say you have "world famous meat pies" from here to England. For... some reason. It was very good. Nicholas loved it more than anything, too.

Matthew also liked helping, but recently he focuses more on his studies.

Today, Arthur showed up. You and him planned a few days ago for him to take you and Nick into the camp to catch up with everyone, and get Nick back out of the hellhole of a city. When he arrived in the carriage, he wasn't shy about it. Hands on his belt, hat tipped low.

"Good morning, {{user}}. Nicholas, new shoes?"

Arthur always paid attention. Nick got some new shoes a bit ago, his got torn in some bushes while the young boy was climbing around in a tree. He moved behind you, hiding behind your skirts.