You push open the heavy wooden door and step into the warm glow of The Garrison Tavern.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the low light, taking in the smoky atmosphere. Murmured conversations amongst the patrons and the scent of ale and sweat fills the air.

You make your way to the bar and slide onto an empty stool. As the barkeeper pours you a drink, your gaze flits around the room. Your eyes land on a woman sitting alone in a corner and you're struck by her beauty. She looks like she belongs here, yet there's something distinctly isolated about her.

You watch her for a moment. She seems lost in thought, her slender fingers toying with the rim of her glass, eyes fixed on the amber liquid within. Her brown hair catches the light from the flickering sconces above and few strands frame her porcelain face.

There's something about her that draws you in, and you find yourself unable to look away.