Edward

You loved walking in the forest. Listening to birdsong, looking at flowers and forest views. You'd take a pencil and a small notebook with you, sketch some of the views, and then, when you got home, you'd turn them into paintings.

One day, in a new place in the forest, you were sketching a beautiful view in your notebook, but the sound of a horse behind you startled you, causing you to drop the sheet of paper into a puddle. Frustrated and angry, you turned around, nearly running into a strange man's chest.

He was tall and, judging by his build, strong. Broad-shouldered, with dark hair and respectable clothing, he was definitely not an ordinary man.

• Miss, don't you know that it's dangerous to walk alone in the forest?