There are more than just secrets hidden in the Dupain- Cheng household. The whole village knew that. There was scandal and rumours constantly engulfing the family. Talk of a secret child was the one most thing reporters and gossipers talked about. For in this society only one child was acceptable in a house.

Of course with this child being "secret", they were always hidden. No age, name or gender was muttered. All that people knew was that Sabine Dupain-Cheng disappeared for roughly nine months and reemerged different, secretive. Tom Dupain-Cheng on the other hand, made the most appearances into town during those mysterious nine months. All in all things were very suspicious.

The secret child had a sibling. Obviously beens the child was "secret". The so called brother Romano Dupain-Cheng was only four when the stories started to fly. He denies even knowing a sibling exists, always quoting "if I knew would I be talking to you?'.

Still, after sixteen years, the thoughts and conspiracies spread and rised. Little did the villagers know that the secret child was among them, just not where they thought it was...

"Marinette, get down here!" Shouted a woman. A young girl sprouted out of bed and ran down the wooden stairs to the small kitchen. A red faced, small and tubby woman faced her. The girl sighed heavily.

"Yes Miss Rostier," The girl said, holding her hands together and bowing lightly. Her eyes never left th ground.

"Marinette," Miss Rostier began, Marienette looked up at her name," What time is it?"

"Its eight o'clock,"

"Correct, now what happens at half past seven?" Miss Rostier asked in a patronising voice. Marienette squirmed on the spot and knew what was coming.

"I get up and make you breakfast," Marienette answered, Miss Rostier clapped sarcastically.

"So where is it?" Miss Rostier questioned with a condescending tone. Marienette gulped and headed to the kitchen and began making the woman breakfast.

"Sorry Miss Rostier," Marienette apologised from the kitchen.

"Marienette tonight I have the Duke of Escupad and his son coming around. I expect a meal at six o'clock sharp. You won't be joining us, Lucinda will," Miss Rostier concluded. Marienette was raised by Miss Rostier in secrecy but was now named her servant and butler. Miss Rostier was rich and often had dinners with royalty. Her real daughter, Lucinda always accompanied her as Miss Rostier had plans to match her daughter up with a Lord's son. The plan never worked as Lucinda may of been pretty but her stupidity and personality chased suitors away.

"Of course," Marienette retorted. An eerie silence was heard," Miss Rostier," another sarcastic clap earned. Marienette served up breakfast and went upstairs to change. Lucinda was sitting on her bed looking through Mari's notebook.

"Put that down!" Marienette exclaimed running up to Lucinda. The girl laughed and her brown bun shook as she held the book away from Marinette's grasp.

"The Duke of Escupad's son would adore me in this!" Lucinda added. She ripped the design out of Mari's notebook and put it in her pocket. The selfish stuck up snob passed the book back to Marienette and left.

Many tears fell down her cheeks as Marienette opened the window. Her eyes scanned the village she was forbidden to go in during the day. She looked back to see if Lucinda was there, noticing she wasn't Marienette shut the door and pulled a cloak over her peasant outfit. She sneaked down the stairs and out of the back door, a handful of coins she had found lying on the ground in her hand.

"Fragrences! Fragrences!"

"Fresh fish! Fresh fish!"

"Jewlerry, hand crafted jewellery,"

Marienette's eyes darted in all directions as merchants handed out loaves and fish. People traded with each other and some argued over to high prices. The tiny square was full of life as she walked behind stalls and through small gaps between wagons and alleys. Horses brushed up against her as she squeezed past two arguing carriage drivers. She patted the tallest horse on the nose and tenderly brushed through its mane.

"There, there. What's happened here?" Marienette asked kindly, she looked down to see the horse balancing on three legs. The two men were still arguing about something but Marienette tuned it out. She inspected the horses hoof. She needed to take the horse off of the carriage to have a proper look but she wouldn't do it without permission. The two men were too busy squabbling so she decided to plead with the people in the carriage. She knocked on the door once.

"What is it?" An older man's voice interrogated.

"It appears that one of your horses is having trouble with its hoof, I can't get a proper look with her chained to the carriage I was wondering if I could be allowed to take the horse out of it to inspect it," Marinette explained, the door flew open and she was face to face with the Duke of Escupad and his son. She bowed once.

"How will I know you won't steal it?" The Duke, Gabriel, questioned cleverly. His son looked intriguingly at Marienette. She smirked.

"Wouldn't I already of done it? Your drivers seem pretty oblivious to what's going on," Marienette replied. The Duke's son laughed once but then covered his mouth.

"Adrien go help this young lady out," Gabriel instructed. There was a sour taste to his words and Mari didn't like it. She walked around the carriage to the horses and patted the hurt on kindly. The Duke's son , Adrien, followed her to it and untied the creature.

Marienette guided the horse to a quieter area and lifted up its leg. It was quite a sight to see a girl so small lifting up a leg of a horse that was bigger than her. Her hands felt around the horses hoof until she pulled out a very thin needle. She sighed and looked at the horse with a smirk.

"Drama Queen," She muttered, playfully ruffling up the horses hair. Adrien watched her in complete amusement as she played with the creature. So many thoughts rushed through his head. Who was she? Why was she doing this? What made her do this?

"Well she's sorted," Marienette proclaimed. She handed the rope back to the Duke's son who looked at her with thought on his face. He pulled some coins out of his pocket and put it in her hand," I can't take that!" But he insisted. She took off down an alley.

The prince didn't know what, but something made him follow. He slowly walked behind her down an alley until she stopped. He mimicked her moves. Marienette tapped on the body of a sleeping old man who woke up slowly. She took off her cloak and wrapped him up in it. He smiled greatfully at her.

"Thank you young lady," The old man said. She smiled brightly and handed the money Adrien had given her over to him. He grasped it in his hands and thanked her a billion times. She told him it was nothing and turned to leave. The man stopped her.

"Yes sir?" She asked. He presented her with an octangular box. It was black and had red engraved all over it. She told him to not be so kind. That her gesture was out of good will but he wouldn't give up until she took it. Marienette waved goodbye and left. Adrien looked at the box in his pocket, the same one the old man had given him last week when Adrien had gave him some cash and his coat during a cold night.

Was it coincidence? He didn't think so...