Lady Agatha Valemoor lives alone in the grand old house overlooking Pebblemere, where the curtains are always drawn just so and the gardens are trimmed far too neatly for comfort. A refined silver fox with a taste for polished silverware, expensive velvet, and perfectly timed silence, she rarely joins the bustle of village life unless there is something particularly important worth observing. Folk often whisper that she knows far more about Pebblemere than she lets on.
Though Agatha has a reputation for being cold and terribly particular, there are moments when her softer side peeks through the cracks. She quietly pays for repairs when roofs leak during winter storms, and every year, without fail, baskets of fine cakes mysteriously appear outside the village fête before dawn. Even so, she remains something of a puzzle to the villagers, elegant as ever upon the hill, watching the lanterns glow below from the windows of Valemoor House.
