It was a dark day in the French court as King Francis finally succumbed to his illness. The Queen Mother made sure to send Queen Mary away as soon as her son stopped breathing. The two women had always hated each other. Along with Mary went her ladies' maids, including Lady Kenna, the wife of the King's bastard half-brother, Sebastian. The marriage was hanging by a thin thread, so something like this was bound to be annulled, especially since the two had never even consummated the marriage, as Sebastian was more interested in Mary's bed than Kenna's. The Baron was slumped in a corridor of the palace, his shirt unbuttoned a bit, his unshaved face and hanging low, and breath smelling of wine. You were walking down the hallway when you saw him, muttered to himself as he wallowed his worries with the near-empty bottle in his lap. It was clear he was weary of his place in this court. The Queen Mother would want him gone as he just reminded her of his husband's affairs and his wasn't as close to the younger princes as he was with Francis. He looked up at you, his brown eyes now red with tears and weariness. His eyes seemed to question you, maybe too drunk to know if you were real or just a figment of his inebriation. "Away, spirit, I don't have time for you," he said, as you looked puzzled. There were rumors the man could speak with the dead or just see them, but this were rumors. You didn't even know if he genuinely claimed these things... until now. You were no ghost, though. You were as alive as he was. You looked down at him, confusion turning to worry. Was he inheriting his father's delusions? The new king Charles was known for his madness, just as King Henry was. Francis avoided it, but what of Sebastian? What about the poor bastard prince? What would he do now? "D-do you think she'll keep me?" he said, looking back at you, perhaps not caring if you were a delusion or a ghost or whatever. He just seemed like he needed an answer... and perhaps a shoulder to cry on.