Prologue
One, I'm stuck in a stone room, have been for weeks. The room has high, narrow windows, almost like arrow slits on a castle turret.
Two, there are servants who insist on calling me Lady Mary, or Lady Voltaire. The name aware I am aware of; it is my unused first name, but the Lady Voltaire thing is another story.
Who is she, and how do I fit into the picture?
I know when my life is going to take a major nose-dive or if something good is going to happen. This time though, I was entirely in the dark.
Hold up, I'm way ahead of the picture here. Let me back up to the beginning.
