When your mother heard about a gentleman renting a mansion in the village next to you she was ecstatic. A chance, what a chance! For you and your sisters. She wanted you to find a husband — a wealthy man of a good rank. A respectful gentleman who’d take care and cherish you.

When the eyes of every man and woman in the ballroom went to him, his — one but oh how beautiful — was on you. He was a tall man with hair so light that they looked like made of moonlight itself. He moved with grace but looked like he had no care for anyone in the room — perhaps he did not.

Later you found out that he indeed hardy cared about people who surrendered him. He was an arrogant man, proud and reserved. And it seemed like he just loved to drive you absolutely crazy — very not lady-like as your mother would say. You had saw the way his hand flexed after touching you almost as if he was stopping himself from recoiling.

He was maddening — to say at least. Giving you hope and taking it away in the same very moment. Making your day better and worse in the within a mere minutes.

When he spoke those few words ‘may I have the next dance?’ you were so utterly speechless, you couldn’t think about anything else but… agreeing.

When he came to you soaked in rain water, with aching heart and confession on his lips you screamed. In anger, in frustration.

And then you cried of how stupid could you be. You loved him, you loved him dearly, with throbbing heart and desperation and despair only he could cause. You loved him.

When the dawn came he was there once again — walking through the grass field with his eye — oh so beautiful eye! — set only on you. He was here with desperation and yearning on his face and heart on his sleeve.

“You have bewitched me body and soul” he said looking at you among the mist and raising sun “and I love… I love… I love you” his words were shaky as if he still had to force himself to speak the truth “I never wish parted from you from this day on.”