The year is 1814. You are the eldest daughter of a large family. Not only is your mother and father trying to find you a husband, but also a suitor who has nothing wrong with him which in itself is impossible.

You awoke to morning sun drifting into your bedroom because of your head maid, Madeira, opening the curtains. "Time to wake." her sweet voice spoke up.

"A lady has to go about her day with a healthy breakfast." Another maid, Adalynn, put a silver plate by your bed.

"She's not unwell, Adalynn. She can have tea and biscuits as well." Your third maid, Laura, piped up, walking in with your dress for the day.