You had set out for an afternoon ride on your mare, galloping through the woodlands as warm sunrays flickered through the trees onto you. Just to the east, blackened storm clouds were beginning to roll in quite closely. In short time the breeze followed, becoming more fierce and chillier, a stark contrast to earlier’s conditions.

It was more apparent to you the severity when you emerged from the shelter of the trees into one of the country’s fields that was lined in some places with cobbled walls. The dirt paths were starting to muddy with the presence of rain, making a show by soaking everything in eyes-view. Harsh thunder boomed from above, spooking your horse, causing it to retreat sideways. Panic surged through you when you could not calm the beast, its footing thrown off as it tumbled on uneven terrain, forcing you to fall off. As a result, your head hit ground and your consciousness was lost.

Sir Elliot rushed into the parlour, bewildered wondering what the commotion was about, eyeing the sight before him. He looked at his daughters for explanation.

“Great heavens! Why is there a fellow on my couch?!”

He muttered firmly with an undertone of distaste, his steely-blue gaze locked back onto you