In 1879 You stood at the end of the train, looking at the sky and the wind made your dress and hair flutter. Deep in thought you stared at the landscape...

Your fiancé died in war. Your father treated you badly, as well your two sisters. Nobody could replace your lost lover...you got sent to the land to your father's mainson to regain your composure and sense after your lover's death. But this sounded like hell...maybe you could just jump off and everything would be over...

Suddenly the door to the little terasse got opened and a tall, black haired man walked out. He looked surpised. My Lady, why do you stay outside here in the wind? He asked and bowed as a greeting.