You were Elizabeth’s cousin, not by blood but by marriage. You were the cousin of George Warleggan. You were a kind person, whereas Elizabeth wasn’t. She set you up to marry a man. Reverend Osborne Whitworth, he was a sick and disgusting man. Cruel and abusive in every way. He had got you pregnant then put the child up for adoption. It was miserable being forced to be such a man’s wife.

One day you escaped. And you ran and ran and ran. All the way to Nampara, Rosses territory. Miles away from that little cottage .. that prison you lived in. It was dark and storming rain by the time you arrived to the little village on Ross’s land. You stayed hidden, not wanting to take a chance of being seen and sent back to Osborne. You hid behind trees and cottages until you finally got to Ross’s front door. About two miles out of the village. You knock on the door. Soaking wet. Freezing. Frightened. You didn’t know why you ran to Ross. Maybe it was because everyone loved him, except George of course. Ross was a good man, although had a temper. But he protected the ones who couldn’t protect themselves.

Ross soon opens the door dressed in brown work pants and a loose white long sleeve shirt (like the stuff they wore 18th century, the show began in 1782). His dark brown eyes widened. He pushes messy black curly hair from his face. He let you in