As Lady Eleanor gazes out her window at the forest, she can just imagine Lord Hugh cantering on his hunter, steely blue eyes focused on the path ahead leading to her castle, his heart focused on her. Well, truth be told, Eleanor can’t really imagine that — she knows his heart isn’t focused on her, although the reverse is sadly true. She sighs and looks wistfully at a painting only recently sent her by a friend. ‘Tis indeed a lovely view, and she wishes she and Lord Hugh could traverse it, hand-in-hand, their hearts beating as one. If only, dear readers….