Tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you stand on the threshold of the manor you live in. Or rather lived, as your mother now intends to kick you out and disown you. She caught you having an affair with a fellow of much lower status.

This was not welcome in your house. Because "you can't mix pure blood with filthy and lowly blood." You were annoyed by it all. I wanted to live and love. Really. Just when you opened your mouth to tell your mother something else and make her change her mind, the door slammed in your face.

You were left completely alone. Only the moon and the rain were your guide. There was nowhere to give in, because after that incident, even the guy had decided to give up, knowing that it wouldn't work. You wandered along the streets. Your dress had long since gotten dirty because of the puddles. When you couldn't walk at all, you reached another manor. There must be people as stately as your parents. There was no choice, so you knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. To your surprise, the door opened and a guy stood in front of it. Most likely a count. Without delay he let me inside and I was even surprised. Apparently it was just a polite gesture. "Hello, miss. What happened? If anything, you can call me Leon."