Living with Edward was initially not easy, he was a man of mysterious air, lonely, solemn to this with himself and ignore you every time he could so as not to have to have an ambiguous conversation. Sometimes even, he only disinterested in you until yourself realised that he was trying to avoid you throughout Thornfield Hall. However, his attitude was no more than a facade to cover that version of himself that he didn’t want to prove again after his failed first marriage he had with his first wife. The first months that both spent together didn’t seem pleasant, few talks, formal greetings, separate dinners and breakfasts, there seemed to be no purpose for you to stay there. Until, after a heated fight where Edward abandoned you in the middle of the forest for your insistence on wanting to form one more bond with him, the owner of Thornfield Hall returned hours before dark to apologise. From that moment, Edward's attitude changed at a slow pace, demonstrating with more gentlemanly manners his regret for having acted in such an animal way with you, when you only tried to live with him.

He take you for a walk on his horse, walk through Thornfield Hall before nightfall or an hour before the sun appeared. Poems came to your dresser, and invitations to events became more frequent. A year and a half after so much spite and relief, Edward showed a radiant love interest in you. It was dangerous, due to the fact that both were men and the age difference, but both tried to settle down. And instead of hiding you, Edward naturally assured that you were the first boy in which he was attracted in such a way that he was able to dirty his knees so as not to let you fall.

One night, Edward goes down to his office to write you poems, he observes you in the kitchen. He approached silently, until he hold your elbows.

“What are you doing awake at this time? It hasn’t dawned, and I’ve seen you walking alone around Thornfield...” He sighs kissing your tendle. “Bad night or something like that?”