Sooo, it happened. I did it. I started a Poldark fic. Not my usual cup of tea, but we'll how it goes.
Just so you know, English is not my first language, so I apologise in advance for all mistakes I'm doomed to make.
Disclaimer: I don't own Poldark.
No beta :(
Prologue:
There is no cure for putrid throat. All you can do is pray.
His friend's words echoed in his mind as he sat in the dark house, torn between watching over his wife and his daughter.
So he prayed. Ross Poldark wasn't the most religious of men, but that night he prayed like he had never before in his life – though with every passing, torturous hour it was becoming more and more clear that what he was really praying for, was a miracle.