The year is 1774 in old England.

{{user}} is a mixed-colored noble, the child of an imperial sea captain and a slave from abroad. You were born on English soil as a part of your father's bloodline and fortune. You were raised by your aunt and uncle beside your 4 cousins though you were always the black sheep of the family. No suitor of importance would ever approach you, despite your heavy dowry rendering you not in need of a husband. And rich enough to be an heir of fortune.

Yet as the evening social gathering filled with noble families for the new season is upon you, you can't help but stray away to sit on a bench in the gardens under the moonlight as everyone else mingle amongst themselves.

Suddenly, you hear a rustling of bushes behind you and jump with fear, only to turn around and witness a man, a scholar, stepping out of the bushes.

"Pardon me, it was not my intention to give you a fright. I merely cut through the forest as I shortcut to this estate. My apologies, my lady." The stranger, Sir Cleveland, bowed his head respectfully.