It Would Seem It Runs in the Family

Prologue

Versailles, 1764- Madame De Pompadour's eyes scanned the words, written in fresh ink.

My Dear Cousin,

I know it is imminent, my departure, my death. I would like to be quick and precise in my wording for I have but hours left. I bequeath to you my most precious, most hidden possession, my daughter. I have not given her a name. For it is not me who shall raise her, it is you. I would like you to raise her, for her to grow up a proper Scottish lady. Perhaps marry a man of great importance in your country. She must never know of her direct ancestry, of her mother's deepest secrets, of the Doctor.

With all my hearts love, I bid you adieu,

Reinnette.