"Lady Aimee! Are you awake?" A maid called timidly. I open my eyes and yawn. "Yes, I am awake." I say. "I shall get your breakfast, my lady." I hear her hurry off. Hmm. I wonder what I shall have today. Stretching my arms, I get out of bed. My room was rather large. It had a vanity made of white wood and gold accents with a silver hand mirror, jewelry and makeup strewn on it, a large wardrobe made of handsome dark wood, a wooden bookshelf full of books, a velvet chair by the fire place, a large bed with satin covers, an oak table that was by the chair, down pillows, and a window covered with dark red curtains.

I open the window and gaze out at the Eiffel Tower. France is so beautiful. I think, happily. I hear a knock on the door. "Come in." I say, still looking out the window. I hear the maid enter and set down my breakfast tray. I turn and look at the maid. It was Missy, the closest thing to a friend I had. Missy was around my age, with hazel eyes and brown hair. She straightened her maid's outfit and looked at me. "Aimee, for today we have hot chocolate and a buttered croissant, with jam." "Is it-" "Yes, it is boysenberry jam." She said and smiled. "You know me so well."
I smile, sitting on the chair. Today my hot chocolate was being served in the silver tea set. I spread jam onto my croissant while Missy poured my a cup of the sweet liquid.

Taking a bite of the croissant, Missy placed the cup of hot chocolate and a couple of letters in front of me. "What is this?" "You know what it is." She said, pouring herself a cup. I sigh and pick up the letters. More love confessions. I think grimly. "My dearest Aimee, your red hair shines with the light of fire." I read out loud. Missy snorted and took a sip of her hot chocolate. "Who sent that one? Audun?" "No, Sean." I shift through the others. "This one is from Audun. Oh, this one is new. His name is Dylan Lé mon. Hmm. He must be the son of the count."

"How do you do it?" She asked, setting her cup down with a thunk. "Do what, Missy?" "Get men to fall in love with you, of course." "I do not know." I answer honestly, picking up my tea cup. I catch a look of myself in the vanity. With my orange hair slightly disheveled from sleep, fair pale skin and piercing emerald green eyes that could bring men too there knees, I suppose I was beautiful. Currently, I was wearing my green silk nightgown.

What Aimee looks like.

"I suppose it is because of the way I look." I murmur, taking a sip of the sweet dark liquid inside my cup. Missy sighs but says no more. When I finish with my breakfast, Missy clears away the plates and comes back too help me get dressed. "What shall it be today Aimee?" She asked pulling out a white petticoat. "Something green." I say immediately. "Aimee, you wear too much green." She scolded but pulled out a green dress anyway.

Here's what it looks like.

I take off my nightgown, have Missy help me lace up my undergarments and put on the dress. Missy selected some black shoes, a black lace choker and a gold bracelet to go with it. She grabbed a hair brush and started brushing through my hair. Twisting it up with a green ribbon, she made it into a bun, with some hair on either side of my face hanging down. I select a barrette with a yellow bow and a blue rose, and put it on the right side of my hair. "You look wonderful." Missy said, setting down the brush. "Thank you."

I look outside. The sun was out, and it looked as if it would be a nice day. "I think I'll go on a walk." I say, standing up. "Take some money with you." Missy said, picking up my purse. "Yes, very well. There were some dresses that interested me in the market the other day. I think I shall take another look at them."

I muse, as I take the purse from her. I leave my room, Missy coming out behind me. My house was very large. In fact, it was a manor. Father was a very rich man. The manor was beautiful, but since I've lived in it all my life, it was normal for me, actually kind of boring. "Good morning, lady Aimee." The maids said as I walked by. "Yes, good morning. Aimee." A firm, but familiar voice said. I turn and see father. He was a handsome man in his fifties with a plushy mustache and a wig. Like any noble man he always wore elegant clothing. More often then not, he appeared imitating, but once you look into his emerald eyes, you could see he was a big softie.

"Hello father." I greet, smiling.

"Hello Aimee." He replied. "Where is it that you are going?"

"I am going a walk, father."

"Hmm, ok then. Be back before afternoon, you have you lessons today."

"Oh, I do?" I asked, disappointed. I had hoped I could spend the day out. "Yes, you do. You must improve on your English." "Must I?" "Yes. Speak some English to me right now." "Oh, uhh," I hesitate.

"Go on." I take a deep breath and try to remember all the words I know. "Ello, I am Aimee. How are you today?"
I say in my best English. The words sounded weird and different in my ears. Father nodded. "Hello, Aimee. I am doing very well." He said in perfect English. "How do you do it, father?" I groan, returning back to French. He chuckled. "You'll learn my daughter. You'll learn. Go on, now." He said, gesturing to the door. "Thank you father!" I cry as I hug him and run out the door.

"Aimee! Aimee!" "Huh?" I turn and see Audun. Audun was about my age, with brown hair and sea green eyes. He wore well tailored clothing since he was the son of a duke. Oh dear. I thought tiredly. Please Audun, please don't court me again! "Aimee!" He said loudly, stopping in front of me. "Hello Audun." I say back and give a fake smile. He smiled in return.

"You look lovely."

"Uh, thank you."

"Did you uh," He coughed into his fist. "See my poem?"

"Yes, it was very, um, emotional." I offer politely.

He takes it as a compliment. "It took me all night to make," He babbled on, talking about who knows what. I space out while he talks. He's so dull. Sure he's nice but, not really my type. "WATCH OUT!!" A shout in English snapped me out of my daydreams. I look up and see an old man sprinting towards my direction. "Stop that man! Don't let him in any bathrooms!"

Another guy sprint into sight. He looked about my age with brown hair, peach skin and blue eyes. He was wearing a gray coat that was buttoned up, black pants, and black boots. He had a gray hood that went to his shoulders that looked like the same material as the coat. A brown satchel was at his side, bouncing wildly as he ran. Wow, he's kinda cute! I think gayly, watching him. "Johnny! Johnny!" The guy yelled in english which I was just able to understand thanks to lessons.

"Yes sir!" Another guy my age answered in english, appearing out of nowhere. "Block his path! You can't let him touch a chamber pot!" "Yes sir!" The other guy had pale skin, brown eyes and black hair. He wore a white shirt with a collar and a black vest with black pants and boots. He's cute too! I think again.

What they look like.

(Wow this picture sucks as reference 😂 oh well.)

The old man barreled past me and Audun. "Johnny, grab him! The guy with the hood yelled." "I'm trying, sir, I'm trying!" The guy with the vest called back, right behind the old man. The guy with the vest, seemed to have some sort of accent. The guy with the hood ran straight past me. Just before they disappeared from sight, I heard one of them yell something about something called disco.

"What was that about?" Audun asked. "Did you hear them? They where speaking English. And one of them had an accent! Uh, Aimee? Are you ok?" "Eh?" I look at him, slightly dazed. "Uh, yes. I am fine. Thank you." I smile. But something was on my mind.

              Who where those men?