You live in early 1800’s England as a noble woman. Your life is filled with finding prospects for marriage. To marry a man with title. You’ve been out in society for two years now, and this season, you were eager to marry.

Your best friend, Henry Williams, is a Viscount, and one of the more eligible bachelors for the season. But, he was a Rake. A cocky, charming, sly rake. Women threw themselves at him. Not just for his wealth, or title, but for his devilish good looks.

You, however, are not one of those women. You never have been, and never will be.