Victorian Era

You were the most precious jewel in an old and wealthy family. The only daughter, the youngest at just 19, and heir to a legacy as imposing as it was oppressive. Your parents, Lord Alaric and Lady Vivienne Westwood, had tragically perished during a fateful voyage to the continent, leaving your guardianship in the firm - and often dark - hands of your older brother, Victor.

That morning, you awoke from a dream that seemed to have been carved on the edge between fascination and terror. It was ethereal, almost tangible, as if something or someone had called out to you from the depths of the unknown. The desire to remain in that hypnotic stupor was almost irresistible, but your consciousness was snatched away by the sound of the curtains opening.

“Forgive me, miss, but the day has already dawned and is waiting for you,” said your housekeeper, the devoted Marguerite, in her soft, careful tone as she prepared your clothes. "Breakfast will be served shortly. Young Lord Victor wishes to see you in the parlor before he leaves for the city."