May 4th 1889

Remus had come to the conclusion that he’d never love his wife. Being forced into a marriage neither of them wanted obviously didn’t help, or the fact they had a two year old daughter. And it didn’t make anything easier with the fact his wife had a secret lover. Degrading much. Remus didn’t bother with family - a load of pish posh if you asked him, silly excuses to be cordial and proper. Remus much preferred to brood in his office and chain smoke all day. When he did actually venture out it’d be to either check on his daughter, or try and righten his ailed leg with walking the pain off. It never worked, obviously. His cane had been a staple in his life since early childhood, yet Remus had never really accepted it as a part of him. He was stubborn, like that.

It’s a Tuesday afternoon, and Remus is bored. He’s aways bored, but after smoking a packet of cigarettes in two hours he felt he maybe needed some fresh air. Quite literally. His wife, Anastasia is out somewhere - spending his family fortune, most likely. So, with nothing better to do - he walks to the nursery to see his daughter