18th Century England. A Georgian era, where young woman would flock to each season wearing the prettiest of dresses made with only the fairest of silks and lace. To find a dashing  titled husband while  giving him an heir to continue on his legacy. 

Like most noble men, Lord Edward Dalton,Earl of Greenwich inherited his title from the passing of his late Father, Lord Edward Benjamin  Dalton. 

Not only did he have an attractive title but his looks where rather dashing. A man, many the woman at court desired to marry and all the men desired to be.

His Domineering presence as cold as the winter ice , with a jaw line that could cut through it just as easily .His eyes, grey as the cold silver moon.Lord Dalton was known to be heartless. A man of strict word.An Ally if your were lucky enough .But a man is not born this way but perhaps what has shaped him.

Edward had only ever learnt love twice in his life. The first time he was eleven years old. The Harrison Manor  was a normal visit as a child as the two families were close .

Lady Eleanor  Harrison was lady of the house and also best friend to Lady Dalton of Greenwich. Having his younger sister and brother combined with  Lady Harrison's Grandchildren, made quite a team while playing tag or marbles.

The drop of glass scraped the polished wooden floor and started rolling down the end of the hall.Edward sighed as he stood and wiped his knees.

"This is exactly why girls shouldn't play marbles"yelled Henry.Harriet crossed her arms and sulked leaning on half on the chair.

"Stop it Henry" sending a warning look towards his younger brother.James Harrison was Edward  favourite friend, more like a brother.

"Thats your sister! Hen,apologise" said James. 

The voices become quieter and quieter as Edward made his way to the long stretched Hall.Turning right he looks on the ground for the lost marble.

Suddenly noticing he was at little door that was half open.Pushing through he stepped into the dark room with only a small glare of light coming from a window from the far end corner.

He knew he shouldn't be snooping  around,if his father found out ,he would be severely punished.

Taking a step, the big wooden floor started to creek. A large painting was hanged high on the wall. 

A Girl who could be no more than five sat in the most beautiful blue  dress,her light brown hair in ringlets.Her eyes where enchanting, the bluest he had ever seen. Was she another grandchild of Lady Harrison. 

A Gold little park engraved her name, "B.Harrison"The gold frame he recognized belonged to all her other Grandchildren's portraits that where displayed within the drawing room

.Maybe she passed away and thats why no one had seen her?. Immediately getting thrown from his thoughts.

" Edwarrrrddd, whats taking so long" yelled Henry.

Small creaks started invading their way closer to the room.

"coming!" he jumped up and ran out of the room.

Every couple of weeks he would visit the painting and be entranced with the beauty amongst the work, imagine what kind of Lady she would grow to be if she were alive. 

The mystery behind her  eyes and the smile behind the dimple on her left cheek held. As Years moved on, so did Edward. His siblings along with all the Grandchildren of Harrison Manor. 

The mysterious girl in the painting became nothing more than a distinct memory that he once found comfort too.

At 20 years old he courted and married the love of his life.Lady Victoria  who entered court as a debutante at 16 years old. 

Edwards father had died and the responisbilty to marry was expected. As long as it was Victoria he didn't seem to mind. 

When Victoria became pregnant with their first child, Edward couldn't be more happier, but with much happiness there becomes woe. 

Victoria died with her baby girl, crying in her arms due to a complicated birth. Edward never could forgive himself. 

The more his daughter grew the more he could see Victoria and he couldn't bare it.He immediately hired more house maids to help look after his daughter on one end of his estate, so he wouldn't have to look at her. So he couldn't feel pain.

Pain turned to hate and anger.He showed little respect to any woman as he defiled them to warm his bed with no intention to marry .

His patience for any child wore thin and would show no mercy to his staff or anyone who showed an ounce of defiance.He knew he would soon have to marry if he wanted to be taken seriously amongst royalty and alliances.

Probably a quiet obedient wife who will know her place and heir him sons would do.