A Mansion in Drunbury, 1327
A boy of about nine years old, his grey eyes were planted on the book in front of him. Tall for his age and quite robust. Dressed in a white clean shirt and iron jacket with a black pair of trousers.
He was deep in his studies, Renard the son of lord Christopher and lady Grace Albert, the marquis and marchioness of Drunbury.
His instructor was lecturing on his future duties when his father will step down and he Renard will take over the title of a marquis.
Renard was concentrating on his duties when his sister barged in with clumps of tears in her green eyes, her blond hair disheveled and out of it's hairpin. The hem of her skirt stained from dust and dirt.
The instructor looked at her with a reproving light in his eyes as he stared at the young girl and said Miss Juliet, do you mind? Master Renard is still busy in his duties and you are bothering him with your presence.
