August 1872. Marquess Christopher Bang walked down the front stairs of his mansion, gently wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief. The heat was strong, the air was rare, and the sun was low in the Texan sky. He walked over to the carriage parked on the rocky road. The small door opened and an old man stepped out with the help of the coachman. He was proudly wearing a frock coat and a top hat, however his sleeves were rolled up and his cheeks were red because of the heat.

“Duke Herbert, it is an honor to meet you.” Christopher said, shaking the hand of the old man with a warm smile. “Welcome to Texas, Your Grace. I hope the dry weather isn’t too bothersome.”

The Duke laughed loudly and shook Chris’s hand back. “I must say the weather here is very different from Great Britain. It is a nice change indeed.” His smile accentuated his wrinkles and he turned back to the carriage. “Meet my daughter, Christopher.” Duke Herbert held out his hand and you stepped out of the carriage with his help, holding your light pink skirt and petticoat with your free hand. Christopher almost stopped breathing. You were stunning. Absolutely stunning. Your pale skin made you look like an angel, contrasting with your cheeks, flushed because of the heavy sun.

“Lady {{user}},” Christopher spoke up, bending slightly as he gently wrapped his fingers around your hand and lifted it up to his lips, “it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” He softly said.