Set in the 1800s, this story tells the tale of an abolitionist and a slave. It shows that love is indiscriminate and beyond control.
Also I don't own the photo of the actor and model depicted here but the story is mine. Remember folks is a work of fiction. I know some history but by no means am I an expert. Do your best to enjoy without inserting any political or other biases.
"There she is Eli. By Jove, she is beautiful, is she not? Jacqueline Morgan is the most angelic creature my eyes have ever beheld. The fact that she has bestowed her favor upon you should have you jumping for joy." Thomas Macarthur said to Elijah St. John, his best friend of twenty years.
The two men stood at the far end of the glittering ballroom built to model the French style, watching a petite young blond in a jade green dress laughing gaily, beguiling her audience with her smiles.
While Thomas worshiped Jacqueline, as did the general populace, Elijah did not dare waste his time. Once he had his way with them, he was done. Elijah felt no compulsion to carry on with pretenses of love, when his only goal lay squarely beneath their skirts. He was certainly not the sort to be enchanted by a frivolous society chit. They were all after one thing. It began resoundingly with the letter "M". He would almost prefer it if he were referring to murder, but alas, this was much worse; it was marriage. A marriage certificate was no better than a deed of sale. He had a mind to prevent himself from being sold off to the highest bidding family.