PROLOGUE
Willam Turner is considered to be strong man. He has done many things he regrets, in fact most of his life is based on regrets on things he's done, things hes seen but was too much of a coward to stop it or to at least try to, the screams hes heard, blood.
He regrets everything.
Except her.
William closed his eyes at the memory of his old lover. He could still picture her. Her dazzling blue eyes that always lit up at the sight of him, the light freckles she had on her face that only he could see sense they were realy light and could only be be seen if you really close, he rememberd the way she always wore a dress, even in the chilling winter she would stubbornly wear her dress, and if he let himself fall into his thoughts into the time it was him and her only he could almost smell her faint sent of flowers.
Most of the time William would try to not think of her. He would try to forget, but for years now its been proven to him over and over that it's impossible to forget her.
The fact that he has to see Eleanor everyday in the winter and summer dindn't help.
Eleanor with the same big blue eyes.
Eleanor with the same stubborn nature.
Eleanor with the same shyness from when he met her.
Eleanor their daughter.
Eleanor the girl that has no idea who her mother is.