Katherine looked panicked, but eventually leaned in close and whispered into her ear. “The  spirits.” Then another voice spoke up from behind them. This voice was even more monotone and dead than the others. “That’s enough Katherine, no need to scare the bride. I will take her from here, go help out in the kitchen.” Katherine rushed off looking terrified. The voice that had spoken up belonged to a well dressed servant. He walked up to her and motioned for them to walk. “Some of the staff are quite superstitious. My name is Jonas, I’m in charge of all the servants here. If you have a problem with any of them, let me know. You can also come to me with anything you need or with any questions you may have. The mention of spirits brings up why I wish to talk to you. You see, Lord Valentine has been stricken with grief from the death of his brother, and has been claiming to hear spirits. That is why we are here, he believed spirits were telling him to come to this village and marry a girl here. He will recover from his grief soon, but he will still be married to you. It will not matter to him, he will simply want you not to interfere with his studies. I know this is hard for you and I cannot promise that things will ever be easy. But it won’t be impossible for you to be happy here all the same, just do not expect to get it from the marriage.” Joan mixed truths with lies, mainly just trying to put Mary Ann’s mind at ease.<br/><br/>He led her to the west parlor. “I will bring your father here to you so that he may walk you out.”  Joan then waited a moment to see if she had any questions before turning and leaving. Inside the parlor was many amazing items, some mundane. There was two bookshelves here with several books that looked expensive and of high taste. Next to it was a locked gun cabinet with four muzzle loaded firearms, ammunition boxes, and a small chest that was also locked and had strange symbols carved on the wood. By it’s side were swords all looking masterfully crafted and expensive. There was also a covered painting propped up against the wall that wasn’t yet put up above the fireplace. There was a small table with two chairs here and a staircase leading down. Quiet dissonant whispers could be heard from down the stairs, becoming silent while Joan was near.