Charmante, Charmante

Introduction

Hélène was sitting in the drawing room, her elbow resting on the table. She stared off into the distance thinking about the last few days. She suddenly stood up and set her fur cloak on the dusty wood chair. She walked into her brothers bedroom and remember the good times they had. She pictured them laughing, drinking, and plotting Natasha's abduction. She longed to see him again. Hélène walked into Pierre's bedroom and was surprised to see him still in bed. He laid there peacefully while she tip toed out and closed the door. She walked out into the courtyard and the gloomy sky matched her mood. Hélène missed her brother a lot. If only there was a way to see him without ruining the family name- again.