"Somewhat familiar, yes." Théodore explains, leading Aimé down the hallway to the large room filled with furniture, portraits carefully stacked, and even several suites of armour. "Not all of this is yours, of course, but you knew that." He says, gesturing Aimé into a chair as he goes to his desk to remove the tiara. "You remember this, I hope?" He says, bringing it over to the young man, "A glorious piece, simply breath takingly beautiful. The State wanted to sell it in auction, but I simply could not let it's fate be sealed in such a manner. May I ask whose it was, Monsieur?"