The French author lifted his head slightly, thinking he heard someone enter the mansion. There weren't a lot of people walking around currently, the servants, yes, but they never used the main door. He had been placed under house arrest for duelling with that bastard de Meïrani. He then shook away whatever thoughts he'd been having and continued writing his story, maybe it should be named A Journey Round My Room, he quietly thought to himself. He didn't bother to even dress properly currently.