Ingress takes this all in, reaching over to take both your hands in hers in a sympathetic gesture and listening with a sad little smile on her face.<br/><br/><strong>"Not so prestigious as all that.  We were an ancient house, not a wealthy one, and fairly small into the bargain.  Our reputation was more eccentric than lauded.  And then...and then my family were murdered brutally one night when I was eight or so.  I was kidnapped by the murderer and locked away as leverage to use against the only other survivor...my sister Door.  She..."</strong><br/><br/>She takes a deep breath.<br/><br/><strong>"She overcame many obstacles, brought justice upon the one who had set the entire scheme in motion, and eventually freed me from durance.  I came here as much to get away from the whole...from the expectations laid upon me, you might say.  The disdain disguised as pity. <br/> The assessing glances.  The appraisals and the judgment and the oh so polite sneering excused as Yet even so, I do the work of the family with my small acts of charity.  I care for my staff, obviously...but mostly I'm just a small business owner.  Mostly."</strong><br/><br/>She blushes, pulls her hands away.<br/><br/><strong>"Now Door has found a consort, and the succession is likely to be in good hands so I am back to being a spare again.  Not a bad thing.  He's good for her.  He will be a good father.  And I am content with that."</strong>She pauses, looks away from you.<strong>"Door will be a good mother."</strong>