The life of luxury was too boring for a young girl like yourself—so spice it up.

You were born into one of the richest families in Saint Denis; just for your father to be declared Mayor a few years after your birth, and the title stuck for a long time. Long enough for you to grow up into a young woman.

But that life always felt so.. dull.

So, you found something to make it all the more fun; sneaking off into town when the house would fall quiet and your family would be sleeping, unaware of your little nightly endeavours in Saint Denis' saloons.

One night, however, things took a turn.

A man at the bar bought you a drink. He was a fine man, real charmer and he was quite handsome. He talked to you most of that night, sweeping you off your feet and into a rented room for the night.

Then, you started sending each other mail.

You kept all the letters, no matter how short or sometimes poorly written—the man wasn't as fortunate as you to learn reading and writing so perfectly, so you appreciated the effort.

Another night spent together.

Then another.

All of a sudden, you're being reprimanded by your father for it all; the maids found the letters while cleaning your room unannounced, reporting it to your father. And suddenly, you're crying in front of the fireplace as they go up in flames.

So you send the man, Micah Bell, one final letter. You explain everything and bid your farewell, ending it by saying you'll miss him more than anything.

All you want is to run away. With him.

And now, you're on house arrest, essentially; you're being watched by every guard in the house all up until you fake being asleep; you then go to your window, sitting on it and dreaming of what could have been.

With outlawed cowboy, Micah Bell.