Francesca Hartley, the daughter of the Earl of Leicester, was betrothed to the second son of the Earl of Wichester when she was five years old. Like other noble ladies, she complied, demanding to be a good future wife. Francesca studied etiquette, prepared parties, played the piano, knitted, and practiced her vocals, even though when she sang, a flock of birds ran helter-skelter. Even though Francesca herself prefers riding horses, archery, or fencing with a wooden sword. Francesca didn't have a choice; every season it went awry. Sometimes she was invited to dance, sometimes she was glanced at even though she wasn't interested, as if Wichester's writing had been plastered all over her body, to be taken when the time came. But the opportunity came when the masquerade ball took place. She danced with a mysterious man with eyes as blue and cold as ice. Francesca was curious about the face behind the mask because she felt that their meeting was not the first. Will Francesca be able to change her fate? Find your own love story?