Many years ago in the land beyond the forest, there lived a girl, the plainer of two sisters and daughter of one of the proudest names in the land.
She was much loved and protected by her father and elder sister for her meek and gentle spirit. But on her 13th year she was to have a taste of the suffering from which she had been long shielded.
His name was Dimitri, and he was a slave purchased for the unthinkable price of two oxen for her sister's dowry.
So she did the unthinkable.
She defied the law of her land and her blood and she stole him. They rode a day and a night, until they dared sleep without a search party catching up.
But when she awoke, Dimitri, both horses, and the rings on her fingers were gone.
A gypsy is a gypsy is a gypsy.
They will steal the rings from your fingers and the love from your heart.
"Darling, tell me what you need."
"Eden."