I
Lady Flore-Janette (Serperior) laid in bed with her husband, Lord Léonard-Arsène (Persian), awake. It was near to dawn, and she would not sleep after all after what he had done to one of her children last night. Her husband, though wealthy, was a domineering and short-tempered Pokémon who hardly kept track of his wrath. She thought about all the wrongs that he had done to her countless times during her engagement with him, this brute of a man!
She never really wanted to marry him from the start; she knew that Léonard-Arsène was not the right match for her, but her parents pressed her on. The sole purpose of this engagement was not for some deep-abiding love or some sort of passion, but rather as a means to unite the two houses for economic purposes. And to think that this marriage be sanctioned under merciful Arceus, she begs to differ.
She felt she could not forgive him after all he had done to him, especially with the recent event when he locked Aurélien (Servine) in an empty closet for reading some sort of book. She could not keep secrets anymore. It's time that the truth come out, she thought. It's time he be taught a lesson.
So, not wanting to disturb him, Flore-Janette slowly slid out from the bed sheets and then slid down. She turned back to her husband, who still lay asleep. She knew him well enough to know he was a heavy sleeper, usually not waking up until about nine in the morning. So she quietly went to the door and used her vines (for Vine Whip) to turn it slowly, and then opened it like so. Once out, she closed the door again, and then went across the hallway in search of Cecile, the Chansey who served as the caretaker for her children. Though still dark, she could tell that dawn is almost coming by the slight amount of light given off by the not-yet-risen sun. When she finally went to the door, she opened the door while trying not to make a sound, still cautious about Léonard-Arsène. Then she came in.
"Cecile." She called out in a harsh whisper. The elderly Chansey was still asleep in her bed, so Lady Flore-Janette approached her.
"Cecile! Réveillez-vous! Wake up!" She whispered again as she shook he shoulder to rouse her! Cecile finally opened her eyes and groaned in fatigue.
"Lady?" She queried tiredly.
"I need you to come with me, right now?"
"What?" Cecile was a little surprised, for the good lady was not usually like this. She got up slowly to check the clock, having to peer it through the darkness.
"It's only five-thirty," she continued, "Why so early?"
"I'll explain it to you later. If you please, get dressed. We will be ready by morning."