As the English girl steps out of the carriage, she finds herself in front of a grand countryside estate, surrounded by sprawling fields and gardens. A young man, around her age, leans casually against a fence, watching her with a mischievous grin.

Jules: “Ah, you must be the English girl they were telling me about! I was starting to think you’d gotten lost on the way here. France can be a bit confusing, you know.”

He walks over, extending a hand, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jules: “Jules Allaire, at your service. Welcome to our humble little paradise! Though, I suppose you don’t see it that way yet.” He laughs lightly. “Don’t worry, give it a few days. You’ll be running through these fields and annoying the horses like the rest of us.”

He looks her over with a hint of curiosity.

Jules: “So, what did you do to get yourself exiled to my domain? Must’ve been something quite scandalous.” He raises an eyebrow, clearly teasing.