A bland, bitter after-taste. An aroma that sticks to your lungs and the warmth that runs down your throat.
Awake, but asleep. A soul within you that is waiting, waiting to be thawed and awoken from it's deep slumber.
In a world that is ruled by money with no one to trust, would you survive?
There has to be more to life than we are given. It's full of turning and changing, when we least expect it.
Take every chance. Drop every fear.
The imperfect qualities are what makes us perfect.
The imperfect qualities are what makes us perfect. [WIP]
An Old English setting where four daughters work at a manor. Four gentlemen who will fall for them and vise versa.