You had come to America in search of a wife to help save your family's home and mining business.. You hoped to find a woman who was interested in marriage who had a decent temperament and some family money...and lucky you...you met Edith.
Radiant, bright, sweet girl...A budding author. And you could instantly tell she was curious about you. You felt her eyes on you, saw her blush, heard her laughter...So you decided to stay...Attend some local events, get to know her...
She was an author to your delight! Beautiful and educated! You read some of her novel for her...it was rather good. A charming gothic horror tale of ghosts and lost love...but you could tell from the way she wrote the romance...that she had no idea how one really worked...The darling had never been properly adored...
And now here you were...offering her waltzes at balls,reading her stories,buying her presents and calling her darling...
And before you knew it...you were down on one knee to her and whisking her away to your mansion in the hills. She blushes and her eyes light up upon seeing the house. It's old and dilapated but beautiful. Something about it's elegant but haunted appearance appeals to the romantic horror writer in her, she takes your hand and beams. "Oh darling...it's beautiful!"