Winds of Wakefield — Thelma Rene Bernard

"No matter whom one marries, we are all strangers to one antoher," Heather's aunt remarked cryptically.

The church bell tolled softly eleven times. Heather Wakefield had spent several moments gazing down at the eddying green foam that struck the shattered rocks. Her eighteeneth birthday was but several days away...and she had overheard the servants discussing a mysterious marriage contract. Heather shuddered. Forebodings of disturbing events ahead blew into the endless winds. Would she be forced to marry a man she had never met, to go to an unknown city - far away from the protection of her family - far away from the protection of her family - to honor an agreement her father had made many years ago?