Prologue

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Peebles

1862


Peebles is a quaint town, not far from the rivers but sufficiently distant from civilization to allow the small village to live in peace.Unfortunately, at that time, peace was but short-lived, at least for the families of Peebles; life was nothing but hard work, marriages, children, and deaths.A routine that pleased many families living there.The Ashfords, residing at the highest point of the town, concealed many secrets in their grand houses.Rules and discipline were the only things that mattered, and for many English young girls of that age, marriage seemed to be the only outcome.Perhaps for them, but not for me.Allow me to introduce myself, Daphne Robert. My family is one of the oldest to have lived in Peebles; 

Our grand house is situated in the midst of everything, our name echoing to the mountain peaks.

This year, I turn seventeen.An age considered normal for Europeans or Indians or elseBut not for me; 

this year, I was supposed to get married.

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