The sky was a wonderful shade of cerulean. The pure white clouds that lay in their majestic bed passed slowly overhead. She could feel the cold caress of the frosty grass blades upon her exposed skin. She could feel the suns rays play upon her face. There were multitudinous voices all around her, all speaking in a familiar dialect. She was with her family, the Rom.
She is Anja, gypsy fortuneteller. She had always lived the gypsy lifestyle. Roaming from city to city, doing what she did best, conning people out of their gold for her telling of their future. Her family had traveled from Romania, in the Carpathians, to France.

The year is 1477. The location is the countryside of France. She never knew how they knew to find her, but they had. They found her family. These cruel looking people, almost entirely inhumane. That talked to her father and mother. They told them exactly what she was about to hear. She was invited to a dinner party in Paris. That it would be after sunset and to arrive before then. There would be time for her to introduce herself to the others.
There presence had sent a shiver down her spine. And she was very wary of being asked to come to Paris. She was Rom. She was more afraid that this was someone that she had conned recently. Even more of a factor was the fact that her parents were even more disconcerted by this.

But she did go. Found herself in a large house in Paris. The door was answered and she was led into a drawing room. She was alone. Her large brown eyes swept around the room. It was cold, angular, and hand the feeling of evil in the air. She uttered a prayer in Romani before she sat cross-legged on the floor in front of a large wooden chair. She started carving Romani wards of protection. The knight saw the young gypsy girl there and still entered the room where he was followed by two other men and a nurse. They all were there as requested before hand. And all seemed French. She only had a basic understanding of the language. They would carry on long conversations where she could only understand a word here and there.
She continued to ward the chair for thirty minutes before a gent comes in.

“Dinner is ready. They will meet you in the dining hall. Now, if you will follow me, I shall take you there.”, he said monotonously.

They all followed behind this man. Anja quietly whispering prayers in Romani as she went.
He led them to a large dining hall. This room was much like the first one: cold, angular and evil, with a grand chandelier over a long wooden table. There was a veritable feast set out before them.

“The mistresses will be here shortly. Feel free to start the meal.”, he says in the same tone as the door slams closed behind him. And there they were alone in a large cold room, waiting.

Anja sits down and begins to sup as everyone else introduces themselves to each other.