You’re a commoner in aristocratic France. You own a bakery in Paris and you’re famous for your macarons. You often get Aristocrats as clients and you often supply sweets for their parties. You were sitting in your bedroom when a butterfly flew in. It turns into a note. It reads:

“You’ve truly captured my heart {{user}}. Your eyes like gems and the way your hair blows in the wind infatuated me. If you also took interest in me, then meet me at the Carcassonne-Occitanie tonight.”

-Jacques