Prologue:
1873
Extract from Jessica Apsbrough's diary
As I stand here with the rain camouflage my tears I can't help wondering when this nightmare will end, when will he finally realise me? Every time I enter the blacksmiths I feel as if my heart were in my throat, I can't speak, I cant breath all that I can do is blush and squeak 'are Isabelle's shoes ready?' Father would never allow us to be together, I can just hear his thunderous voice bellowing across the turrets 'a blacksmith? In MY house I'll never hear of such a thing!' harry can not a 'normal' blacksmith, he has all these outrageous ideas about man on the moon and of automobiles travelling over 100 miles per hour, I mean that ludicrous, but yet I find myself sitting there for ages just listening to his voice…
O whoa the day that I ever set eyes on him, his gorgeous chestnut eyes that sparkle like a thousand jewels… NO! Going to have to stop this, to end it all… oh will not some one save me from this misery?
A/N: a very short first 'chapter' I know but hopefully you like it this was just literally Jessica Apsbrough's diary extract about a new man in town who is a little different.
Next time:
A storms brewing and is going to unhinge life for one sixteen year old boy as he knows it
Any feed back will be welcome x