In the 1800s, A small yet significant society brought forth the story of Emberline. A young and wily girl, who is under the care and comfort of her own small family. And of Nicholas Linton, a well-groomed and slightly cheery boy who has vowed to uncover the mystery of his brother's gruesome murder. Soon, during his on going search, he grows up in deep love for Emberline. But love is easy to declare, and heavy to portray. And this love for each other is tested in every way because there are many to oppose this affair. As Nicholas embarks on the journey to find his brother's killer, Emberline finds herself lost and she comes across Baldwin, who is willing to do anything to protect himself and those he loves. A distance, no matter how many fortnights away, can never keep their attachment at bay, so only with resentment, are they kept away. And by conflict only, do we see their lives entangled again. A story that exists due to the fear of detachment, abandonment, and heartbreak. All of which are rooted in both fanciers. And all those who are brought together by this romance. After all, the best stories told are the actions that result from betrayal and revenge. ... Emberline lay still, her eyes widened in fear as he held her hand, gently caressing her palm.  "I love your hands, whenever I touch them, I am reminded of my lifetime of victories" he paused, looking back to Emberline. "I adore your smile, it makes me believe I can make you happy," Emberline was visibly distressed, her eyes threatening to flood, "And I am mesmerized by your eyes," she stifled a cry as he passed her a gentle smile. It wasn't filled with his usual warmth, which was stiff and lazy. His smile was rather ominous, unsettling and lacked the charm she lived by. "But that is all I love about you," he said, his daunting declaration left a dent in her memory that she knew she couldn't forget, a cold ran down her spine as she gazed back at the man who once said he couldn't live a day without her, he had said she had completed him, and yet all she saw in his eyes was a shoal hatred. An eery stillness presented itself, as he stood and planted a kiss squarely on her temple. It was a gesture she adored, but suddenly, she recoiled, her eyes curtained in fear. For the first time, Emberline realised, that her father's advice to her hadn't worked, she had chosen for herself a path she knew she couldn't endure for much longer despite having no choice. But such is life.