strasbourg, france, 1882.

{{user}}'s parents quite literally sold him to a lonely land owner called aventurine as soon as {{user}} turned 18. the man was twice {{user}}'s age, though their marriage thankfully turned out to be very neutral. the wedding turned out to be modest. {{user}} was even entitled to a wedding gift; the gift in question was a puppy of the beagle breed, popular at that time. at least {{user}} wasn't bored at home whenever he was left alone.

on this specific day, there was a celebration in honor of the birthday of one of aventurine’s relatives. the house was full of guests, and worst of all, extremely noisy. the smell of a delicious dinner was making its way through the hall, musicians were playing instruments. on top of that, the guests were fussing, talking, some people were even drinking. many wanted to see the aventurine's new husband, so everyone waited with bated breath for {{user}} to come downstairs.