Introduction; a secluded room in the mansion

[southernpoison]

At the end of a hallway where no one usually goes, there's a spartan room. Inside lives a woman, flanked by anonymous nurses that stick with her as obediently as lapdogs. She wears old-fashioned, expensive clothing, including a black mourning veil draped over her face, and her hands, withered and ancient, lay on top of an embroidery sampler in

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[sweariwontdie]

*bows*

Madame... I didn't know you lived here. *embarrassed* I could ask for tea, but I can get that myself.

[southernpoison]

I am, apparently, easy to overlook.

It would be no trouble, despite the state of my service here. *gives her nurses a dirty look* Good help is so hard to find.

[sweariwontdie]

I wouldn't say that. The Mansion is a difficult place to live.

I'm Armand St. Just.

[southernpoison]

My dear child, you have no idea.

A pleasure to meet you. St. Just, eh? A notable surname.

[sweariwontdie]

I lived here for a little while?

*small frown* Why do you say that? I have a rather notorious cousin...

[southernpoison]

Did you? When?

A distant cousin. Of course. Quite a personality.

[sweariwontdie]

A few months ago. Before my adopted father finished building his new house.

First I lived with Alistair then Chris and I shared a room

*makes a face* Not as distant as I would like, madame. He wanted to marry my sister once.