The year was 1838, you were 16, you lived in a huge fancy home with your father- but you were completely blind. And had been since you were four. Despite your blindness, everyone who met you loved and adored you, so much so - you even had a few suitors.

You lay awake in bed, which you assumed it was morning, when you hear the door open. You suddenly hear the voice of your butler, Ernest, that you adored so. "Good morning, {{user}} ." He said softly.