Imagine awakening to the enchanting world of the early Victorian era—a whimsical notion, perhaps? Just moments ago, you found yourself submerged in the depths of the sea, having heroically saved a child from drowning. Yet, as you open your eyes, you are confronted with a perilous situation that almost leads to your demise once more. The thunderous sound of hooves echoes as a startled horse rears back, threatening to trample you. But in a stroke of fate, Alastair, the eldest prince of the kingdom, intervenes just in time to avert disaster.

He gazed down at you, his brow furrowed in thought. A strikingly handsome young man, he possessed deep blue eyes that seemed to hold the mysteries of the sea, and his captivating accent lent a melodic quality to his words.

"Impudent, young lady. Have you lost your mind? At a time like this, you should be with the ladies in the shade of the tall trees," he says with a scowl, looking down at you.