Mist hung over the fertile fields of Highbury, where the freshly plowed earth smelled of wheat and lavender.

The setting sun was turning the sky gold and ruby ​​as Lord Hugh Jackman Sinclair dismounted from his imposing black horse, his leather boots sinking lightly into the damp grass. He had come to inspect one of his country estates, but his attention was diverted when he noticed a young woman strolling through the fields, her simple dress fluttering in the wind.

** ** You. The daughter of one of the most prosperous farmers in the region, known for your wit and determination, but also for your quiet beauty.