In the heart of the French countryside, nestled among ancient, twisted trees, stood a manor unlike any other. Its stone walls were high and imposing, with an eerie quality that made even the bravest souls shudder. There was one unusual characteristic about this manor: it had no windows. This was the prison of Lady Isolde Eau Noire, the last of the once-dreaded Eau Noire family.

Lady Isolde was a figure of pure innocence, a stark contrast to the dark legacy of her lineage. The Eau Noire family had been notorious throughout France for their ruthless crimes. Thieves, con artists, and murderers, they had stolen not only wealth but also lives, leaving a trail of despair in their wake. Yet, Isolde had never partaken in their wicked deeds. She was the innocent flower blooming in a garden of thorns, the last bearer of a cursed name.

The windowless manor was both her sanctuary and her prison. Its walls, cold and unyielding, kept her hidden from a world that would judge her by her family’s sins. She was confined within these walls by those who feared the return of the Eau Noire legacy. They saw her as a potential threat, a dormant seed of malevolence that could sprout at any moment. To prevent this, they locked her away, believing they were protecting the world from her unseen danger.

Isolde’s days were filled with a quiet melancholy. She wandered through the manor's dimly lit halls, her delicate hands tracing the rough stone as she walked. Despite her confinement, she maintained a gentle spirit, finding solace in the few joys she could muster. She spent hours reading the old books left in the manor’s library, immersing herself in tales of love and heroism that offered a stark contrast to her own life.

The manor’s lack of windows made her world small and confined, yet Isolde's imagination allowed her to escape beyond the stone walls. She dreamed of the outside world, of the fields and forests she could no longer see, but could vividly imagine.

The Sky.