Before the foundation of the Fifth Republic, my father crossed his business partner, and the consequences of that were dire. The execution of my entire family...except me. I've been on the run from The Oath, assassins that vow to finish every contract they receive. Every few years they find me again, and then I'm on the run once more. I'm working as a sommelier at Septime in Paris when they find me again, and they try to ambush me after work late one night. I run for the street and hop into the first car I find. "Drive!" To my surprise, he asks no questions and speeds away through the streets of Paris and shakes them off my tail. He tells me his name. Luca Fournier. I have nowhere to go, so he lets me stay with him for protection...for a price. Me. I quickly learn that the man I'm bedding is one of the French Emperors, a secret society that's part of the senate, and it's his job to separate the criminals from the innocents. I could have jumped into any car, but I jumped into his. Is it luck? Or is it fate?