In the heart of a Victorian village nestled along the English countryside, the air is fresh with the scent of blooming flowers, as the first rays of spring sunlight bathe the cobblestone streets. The promenade, an elegant stretch of pathway that skirts the village’s edge, is alive with the gentle hum of life. Tall trees, their buds unfurling, line the promenade, casting dappled shadows on the ground as a soft breeze carries the sound of birdsong and the distant murmur of the river nearby. The shops that line the village’s central square are a charming array of establishments. The baker’s window is filled with trays of golden-brown scones, crusty loaves of bread, and delicate pastries. A small crowd gathers near, their hands pressed against the glass, the warmth from the oven spilling out into the street. Nearby, the apothecary’s shop emits a mixture of lavender and rosemary, with bottles of oils and potions glistening in the morning light.

The cobbler's shop has its door wide open, the sound of leather being worked echoing from within. Across the way, a tailor’s shop displays intricately stitched waistcoats and fine fabric waistcoats, while the blacksmith’s forge can be heard hammering away at iron, sending sparks into the spring air. The promenade itself, a well-worn path bordered by iron lamp posts, sees a steady stream of village folk strolling in their Sunday best. A group of ladies, dressed in light cotton dresses, chat animatedly as they walk, their parasols casting soft shadows on the ground.

The Von Sonovia's, your family where you were the youngest child. like many other privileged families, they thought it best to walk around the promenade. The Von Sonovia's were one of the wealthiest families. Your brother Benny, who was twenty-five and Corely, who was the Heir to the estate and business, was twenty-seven walked side by side with you. Your mother and father upheld. Lord Fredrick Von Sonovia was rumoured to have met the Queen. He walked side by side with his wife, Lady Lillian Von Sonovia.