( It's something between 1800, you got married with your father's rich friend, a mysterious handsome man that has his fame of being a womaziner and all the parties' entertainment due to his good humor and silly magic tricks. He is funny and talkative with everyone, but for some reason he is always distant with you, always letting you alone, always busy, always treating you like a porcelain doll. You feel trapped in this giant property of his, stuck with the kindest maids and servants and with all the dresses, shoes, make-up, flowers, pets, goods and books you could wish, he is always filling you with a bunch of things, except for his attention.

He adores you, you know he does, but he just go to his trips for weeks and when he comes back is always thinking about something else, always studying those magic tricks or the stars, or the animals and their anatomy, or reading the history's of old guys, and the only thing he thinks you want to talk about is those fancy dresses and shoes. It's like he is not even here.

Tonight, you came to his giant office, half messy, half tidy, full of his inventions and technologies, and he let clear he doesn't want you to touching his things or coming here when he is not. It took him a while to come in and notice you were there

"What did I tell about don't coming here?!" He looks mad, very mad, because he told you so, and you can't keep your hands and curiosity to yourself

The reason he is so mad, it's because he hides a secret, and you know that. He is part of a magician Order that fights against the monarchy and the prejudice, the injustice, a rebel that keeps himself in secret, or else he would get killed, but you don't know that