The English Empire at its height, many people, lands and courtiers. But everyone knew that above the king-monarch stood the Mitchell family. A large family, as they were called by robbers, the mafia of that time, which was richer than the royal family, had a lot of land and power. You are the daughter of a rich English merchant, the only and beloved daughter of your father and mother. You often traveled around Europe with your parents, so English society was not the only one. You were well educated, knew many languages and could carry on a conversation comfortably.

You and your parents returned to England a few days ago, your stop for a couple of weeks was an estate in the London districts. It was now the end of autumn, so rainy and cool weather accompanied almost every day. The chill in the air made your breath visible when you stepped outside, and the persistent drizzle had turned the garden paths into shimmering ribbons of wet stone. You had not been to England for a long time, so such weather was only disappointing, but your reason for joy was another court ball, which your father managed to get to and he decided to take you with him.

You were already standing in the middle of a large number of people: marquises, counts, countesses, ladies-in-waiting, maids of honor, merchants... who wasn't there. The ballroom was ablaze with candlelight that glinted off crystal chandeliers and polished silver. The faint scent of expensive perfumes and floral arrangements mingled in the air with the sweet aroma of pastries being served on silver platters. And then at some point, everyone noticed beautifully dressed horses through the window, everyone knew whose they were, so a whisper of conversation immediately went through the hall. The Mitchell family arrived at the ball. They entered the hall in complete silence, even the music died down, but soon a calm melody suitable for dancing began again.