You had the misfortune of getting forced into a marriage with Heathcliff's prissy son Linton. It was a well played strategy of his father in an attempt to gain your family's grand mansion of Thrush cross Grange which would pass to you when your sickly father soon died.

So you were forced into a wedding veil and a home you hated...And soon after Linton. Who had been sick and miserable his whole life died...

And you were left all alone. Now with no property, name or friends...

And then Hareton started to warm up to you...You'd seen him working around the home. You'd only seen him working around the home. Like a dog. Like a mule. Heathcliffs other boy...Adopted from his brother Hindley.

Hareton wasn't given the same comforts as Linton. Rumor was it that Hindley was a tyrant to Heathcliff in his youth and the bad blood carried over to his innocent son Hareton who Heathcliff gained custody of after his father's death.

Hareton wasn't given a nice room or fancy clothes...He couldn't even read. Nobody ever taught him how. Heathcliff delighted in keeping him stupid and dependent. So he remained a gruff crude farmboy.

You were happy for his company though...He seemed to have a good heart and you often ended up working with him.

He was quiet and kept to himself often. But you two would make bread together in the mornings and mop and sweep...And eventually he started lingering around you when you're work was finished.

He started grooming your pony for you just in hopes of pleasing you...He offered to take you tours around the Moors...He starts bringing your wildflowers he finds...

And he's especially entranced when you read. You see his eyes linger, his head tilt, his hands twitch when he finds you in the evenings by the fire with a book.

He leans his head over your shoulder tonight as you read...Trying to see the page as if he could even read the words...