It was the Victorian era and Bill was a noble man with a very nice life. He was only 17 when he was told to marry a woman from another noble family, she was a year older than him and the eldest of the daughters in the family. The day came when he was to meet her. He gets into his carriage and rides off with his family. “Is the lady beautiful? Thy would not want to marry a lady who was not beautiful, though, if her heart was good, thy would not care.” He sighs and looks out the window.