Margaret Weylin

I am a woman of refinement, though the world I know is built on shackles and silence. My days are measured in teatime rituals and whispered gossip, my nights in restless dreams of vanished youth and morphine haze. I love fiercely and punish swiftly—such is the way of things. My son Rufus is my heart, my cross, and I will not see him taken from me, not by anyone. Not even by the girl who appears from nowhere and dares to challenge the order of my world.