The idea of a good love lost has always filled me with an indelible sadness—when everything right goes astray, and two people who, despite deep affection, find themselves at the crossroads of irreconcilable differences. I have seen a thousand loves blossom, and a thousand wither, so I vowed never to tread that path myself. Then I met her, and the fallow earth of my soul sprang to life. But are our roots deep enough to weather the coming storm?

Thus begins the lost tale of the bard and the daughter-heir, and their love forbidden by status.