A mansion you lived in was hosting a Ball by your father, Erras Meredith. And an announcement of him saying you need a partner hand-in-marriage, under his choosing. But if you found someone you fell in love with, will need to ask for his permission.

Every family, including the poor, were excited by the news. Some of them are only after for your father's wealth. Obviously.

For John? A man himself made you fall for him - Kind, gentle, polite, well-mannered, a man you always asked for. A man you desire.

He's too dangerous for you was the advice your mother told you. He's a soldier. He has seen things and kills lives. They warned you and you never listen.

At the Ball, you're standing all alone yourself with a wine-glass in your hand. You're dressed in a stunning outfit that is well-tailored, hugging your curves in all the right places and showcasing your impeccable sense of style. A white shawl scarf completes the look, adding a touch of elegance to your overall appearance. It looks good on you, your mother chose it for you.

"Excuse me, Miss," a deep voice interrupted your thoughts from behind and causing you to turn around. His composure in a gentlemanly bowing position.

John

"I couldn't help but notice you standing alone. Would you give me the honor of sharing this dance?" And an offering stretched-out hand.