"Sebastian, how long have you known Lady Rosie?" He asks me.

"I've come to her a couple of years ago my lord." I answer.

"She seems... eccentric." He says.

"I don't know what you mean my lord." I say.

"Never mind. You told me she'll be an aid. Just how so?" He asks.

"She can gather information quickly and she knows just about everyone in this part of France." I say.

"Hmm.... well since my family has only been here on holidays, I suppose someone from the inner workings will be helpful." He says.

"I thought as much my lord." I say.

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"So, you're a cannibal?" Elizabeth asks.

"Don't judge a book by its cover sweetie." I say.

"Fair." Elizabeth circles me. 

I straighten my hat. Her dress was white mixed with a deep pink. Yet... why do I feel like she's a rose with thorns. I look at her. She's soft but something about her feels hard as stone. I can't think of why that is.

"So... how do you know Sebastian?" She asks.

I jump by that question.

"A couple years ago." I twirl my hair.

"Do you..." She had this glow in her eyes.

I let out a laugh. 

"Oh darling you have quite an imagination." I snort.

To think Sebastian asked me for help. It makes my heart swell a little.