And in walks a young man. He's smiling rather broadly, and holding a daisy. If the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, it's not too terribly much of a problem.

"Hello. My name is Francis. My father is a count. He also enjoys swordfighting, and studying pain through torture and invention. He really is rather brilliant."

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*Enter a young man, his nose in a book of John Donne's poems -- probably borrowed from his father's library. He pauses, suddenly noticing he's not in his room at home, and looks up, blushing a bit*

...Er, hello? I'm Remy. You probably know my brother Georges.

Typist: Presenting Remy Pontmercy, the youngest one of the Pontmercy kids. (He's ( Read more... )