Rose Cottage: Shimla, 1802

From the moment Emerald boarded the ship to India, she knew she was in for an exciting journey. Having never journeyed abroad before, she simply could not wait to see what these mystical lands had in store for her. She felt as though this would be the greatest adventure of her life. And it was. Little did she know, the true adventure had nothing to do with magic, snakes or elephants as her mother believed it would. No; the greatest, most wonderful adventure in Miss Emerald Dawson’s life was waiting for her in the seemingly inconsequential town of Shimla, in the form of a mysterious royal who liked to frequent the local library. What started as brief eye contact in a crowd soon grew into a connection that would forever change both of their lives. However, Miss Dawson could not help but ask herself: is it proper? Can a love between a sheltered young woman from London and a Maharaja truly survive? Emerald had no way to find out except experience it for herself. What had she gotten herself into? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she certainly never wanted to get out of it.