<div style="text-align: justify;">Mary Ann was wondering whether or not that woman was sane. Her questioning didn’t last long, though. As soon as the woman spoke about spirits, Mary Ann automatically discounted what she had to say. There was no such thing as spirits in that house… right? At least that was what Mary Ann would have liked to believe. Marrying some random man to help her father was one thing. Marrying some random man to help her father and moving into a house haunted by spirits was another thing altogether - a thing she really didn’t want to think about. She was about to say something when that other voice sounded, causing a slight chill down the young woman’s spine. What the hell was she marrying into? <br/><br/>Watching Katherine scurry away, the young bride turned to Jonas. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Jonas”, she replied politely to his introduction, despite she wasn’t really excited to meet the man. At his gesture, Mary Ann resumed walking at the man’s side, listening to what he had to say. Was it really nothing but superstition? Mary Ann wasn’t sure. There was, after all, an eerie feeling in that house. <br/><br/>Listening to Jonas about his master made Mary Ann wonder. Was he telling the truth? If he was, was she marrying a madman, or just a man going through a difficult time in life? “I am very sorry that Lord Valentine is going through such a difficult time”, she replied cautiously. It was somewhat heartbreaking to know that her job as a wife, instead of being a part of her husband’s happiness, would be to be silent and not interfere with his life, and it showed in her expression for a few seconds. Trying to collect herself, Mary Ann nodded. “Very well”, she replied, her voice quavering just a little. Life in that house, apparently, would be even worse than she had anticipated. <br/><br/>Nodding when Jonas said he would bring her father in, Mary Ann thanked the man quietly and watched as he left. Once the man left her line of sight, Mary Ann looked around herself at the room she was in. Walking to the bookshelves, she looked at the books there, resisting the urge to touch them. Maybe she would get the chance of reading all of those books, as it seemed that she was getting married to be alone, the young woman considered. The firearms and ammunition boxes made her a little uneasy, and she tried not to think about what could happen if she was indeed marrying a madman. It might be a good thing that he would probably not touch her and there would be no children to worry about, she mused.<br/><br/>Moving a little further, she checked the box - without touching it - and then the swords, feeling her blood run cold again. Trying to stop herself from thinking about what could happen, she moved to the painting, then peeked down the staircase. What… or who… was down there? Deciding that it wouldn’t do to go there and look - for now -, she moved back towards the painting, curiosity getting the best out of her.<br/><br/>Mary Ann would look and listen to make sure nobody was coming, and if that was true, she would lean over and lift the cover over the painting very carefully, just so she could see what it was of.</div>