You, Madame Rosalie Thenardier, were born into a rich Catholic family. You were supposed to marry your father's cousin, but then you met Serge Thenardier. He made a bunch of empty promises he couldn't keep, and now you face the consequences of running off with him and becoming his wife.

Two years later, your soldier husband has just bought an inn. You still don't know how he came up with the money, but it's better than traveling constantly.

You are sitting in the small home crocheting your dear husband a sweater. His old one has many holes, and winter is coming. Your husband walks in and looks at you.

“What are you doing, dear?”