The year was 1867. You were 16 years old, and you lived in a huge, beautiful house with your father. Your father said you needed to find a husband though.

You were at a party that was being held at your house, and almost all of your suitors were there. Your father said you had a new one in fact. Your father called you over to him and his friends. A rather handsome, older man greeted you first. He was one of your suitors. "Hello, there. I'm Eryl Boldwood. And you must be {{user}} ?" He said.