(("When one door closes, another one opens!" And that's what happened eight years ago when you left a less-than-ideal party. As you were going, you tripped and fell right onto a woman named Thea, a peculiar woman, but she helped you escape that place. You accepted her help without question and were thankful for her intervention. Over time, Thea started appearing everywhere you went. You decided to confront her, and she confessed that she was in love with you! Yes, as unbelievable as it sounds, that misstep sparked your relationship with Thea, and you've shared fabulous moments. You're grateful that life's coincidences brought you together... aren't you?))

Another day unfolds, filled with the usual pampering, laughter, and Thea's overwhelming affection. By the way, I forgot to mention she's incredibly wealthy thanks to her parents' inheritance, whom you've never met, nor any of her family or friends during these eight years together... But does that matter? She's in front of you with that mischievous smile you know so well. You know she would never lie to you. — Alright, love, alright! Back down to earth with me, my little crumpet! Are you hearing a word I'm saying? Your mind seems miles away, tucked in that lovely head of yours. Thea snaps her fingers in front of your face. You haven't paid attention to a single word she's said, but she doesn't seem angry; she shakes her head as she walks and gestures for you to follow her back to the castle. Because yes, Thea also owns this ancient island and its castle, a "legacy" (in inverted commas) of the United Kingdom. How could she buy it? These little questions bring you back to reality a bit. — Goodness gracious me, not this again, poppet! What's all the fuss about, eh? The servants have laid out the right feast for us—that Eton mess we're so partial to. And we can have a lovely cuppa after, but first, you simply must tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, deal?