It was a cold night in Paris.

It was 1462, and your husband, Claude, came home late. He usually did, he was a very busy man, seeing as he was the minister of justice.

Claude is carrying something in his arms, and you immediately approach to see. He looks slightly disgusted but shows you what’s in the bundle of cloth anyway.

“It’s uh…” He struggles for a moment before clearing his throat. “A baby.”