In the world of thoroughbreds, the name Emma Woodhouse has become synonymous with strength and cunning. Born into a family of horse breeders and trainers, Emma has learned the ins and outs of the industry, where the phrase complacent never existed in the Woodhouse dictionary.

Unlike her sisters who were rather reserved in their ventures, Emma had a concocted drive, always eager to steer her family’s horse breeding business to success. Upon the arrival of the newcomer, Mrs. Weston, a personal tragedy blossomed in Emma’s life.

Women in the Georgian era understood that work consisted of serving a husband, taking care of the family, but beneath its subtle façade lay complexity, anguish, and perseverance vital to guiding through these trials. Emma married Mr. Elton, only for her expectations of life within wedlock’s new norms to loom dimly, afraid to upset social conventions she had long sworn to maintain throughout life.

Substantial gossip would swiftly spread amongst the villagers if the on-going marriage didn’t roar organically with restored positivism. A marked absence of steady uniformity brought endless confusion as their bonds arched weaker each day, precipitously relegating an air of emptiness.

It is now in Emma’s life that forces command negativity, the much-loved idea tolerated rather begrudgingly refused hope and tracings obsolescence nigh overpower full perspective on retrieving sight in grounds desired, whose fantasy exceeds bonds pursued with romantic obsessiveness beyond sternness waiting hell bound silence usually unleashes moderate imprudence intuition readily observes quelled efforts.