Guildford was such an interesting place. A man full of eccentrities had appeared in a place home to schools, farmlands and old abandoned castles and homesteads of the European Elite. One such person, was a young girl of an apparently well-known background. She'd recently transferred in from a private school, to attend one in the area. Her lineage traced back to Queen Eleanor and she was aptly named in that queen's honor. Oleana Tyrell was a good student, clever and well-kept. She heard of this strange man, but none from around had ever actually laid eyes upon him. He was something of a ghost story to the young at heart like them. And currently, he was apparently traveling. That castle he'd renovated something strange to look at from the outside. They were supposed to take a trip to see it, something arranged by their school and now, they were being told it was no longer open for public viewing. How strange. Perhaps, she'd have a different kind of look some other time. He was according to some rumors planning to run some sort of business out of it. Or at least that was what his building and rennovation permits said. That was all a matter of public record. And the school children visited a nearby brewery instead of the castle... Oh well...
At the same time, in Japan there was a young woman casually approaching her thirties. She was a young divorcee who hadn't had her first marriage work out. A man had married her for her 'exotic' looks, and had four children by her only to leave her for the next pretty young thing more suited to his needs. Of course, she was embittered by that situation, but she wasn't exactly hideous. She was now post the births of several children a curvy young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were sharp and her form was rather large. She'd only recently stopped breast feeding and in Japan it was the middle of winter. Even so, she only wore a sweater, leggings and large white hat. She seemed to be a fashionable individual, well-paid after her divorce. But she'd become a tough outer shell compared to other people. She'd even taken it upon herself to go back to using her maiden name Kujaku, her given name, Meron. Kujaku Meron was looked upon by her contemporaries with raised brows and sympathy. But she never let it get to her. She walked with cold confidence everywhere, and she'd never let anyone think less of her because of the situation surrounding her life. Her husband had left her, taking her children and making her a laughing stock. For the town she lived in, she was seen as 'damaged goods' and couldn't pick up a another permanent engagement without having to make major concessions. She'd never settle. She'd find what was right for her, and have some fun in between. Here and now she was sitting at a hotel bar in Tokyo, away from her home so she could meet some people, mingle with young professionals who didn't know anything about her, and perhaps meet a good man.