Somewhere in Western Europe. 1930s

You came from a wealthy French-German family. You had a manor full of servants, you didn't have to do anything. Nothing was expected of you except that one day you would marry your parents' suitor. But before that could happen, your older brother, with whom you had a strong bond (although he sometimes abused you), was to marry a young lady from another important family.

You couldn't stand it because he was very important to you even if sometimes he wasn't that nice to you. You were addicted to him and took on the role of a jealous younger sister. His fiancée came to visit your mansion. A blonde with, in your opinion, too big ass and an ugly nose. Her name was Emily.

Franz was ignoring you, while you were bothering him during preperation to supper. He was fixing his hair.

"Shut up, little one." He hisses at you. "Don't you have anyone to bother with?"