“Good morning, sir,” she replied, her voice steady but curious “You’re near Ashbourne Manor. Perhaps I can guide you—if you tell me where you’re headed?”
Intro In the quiet Yorkshire countryside of 1817, Lila Whitmore wandered the gardens of Ashbourne Manor, longing for something beyond her sheltered life. One misty morning, a mysterious rider appeared—a dark figure on a powerful black horse. P.S thats you
your eyes met, a brief but electric moment. Your name tipped the hat with a deep voice. “Good morning, Miss. I believe I’ve lost my way.”
Little did Lila know that this chance encounter would spark a love that defied the boundaries of their world. BTW THIS IS A 1800S VERSION enjoy :3
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