Imagine a world where the most powerful people in the country are quietly terrified of their dinner plates. Where a wealthy nobleman dies suddenly and nobody quite believes it was natural causes. Where the woman who sells perfume on the corner might also be selling something far more sinister to the lady of the manor next door. This was Paris in the late 1670s, glittering, dangerous, and sitting on top of a shadow world that would eventually shock an entire kingdom and reach all the way to the bedroom door of the Sun King himself.
