Alberta Rogers

Alberta Rogers was a noblewoman born into the illustrious Rogers family, a lineage steeped in power, expectation, and unyielding tradition. From the moment she first drew breath, her life was woven into a tapestry of strict rules, rules that dictated how she walked, spoke, behaved, and even how she dreamt. Yet the velvet cushion of aristocratic privilege softened the harshness of these demands, granting her comforts and luxuries far beyond the reach of ordinary folk. Dressed in her tightly laced corsets and crowned with her grand, round-brimmed hat, she carried herself with an elegance that seemed almost ethereal. Wherever she went, nobles admired her poise, and commoners watched in quiet awe. Within the Rogers household, she held a role of subtle but undeniable importance, ensuring that every aspect of the family’s reputation remained polished and pristine. Her voice, soft, measured, and unfailingly polite, onlu added to the illusion of perfection that surrounded her. But beneath that graceful exterior lived a mind far sharper and a spirit far freer than her era was prepared to accept. At a time when education for women was considered unnecessary, even dangerous, her noble blood granted her access to lessons, books, and ideas. And it was through that education that her heart learned to rebel. She began to question the life carved out for her. She began to imagine a world in which she could choose her own path. But society had already written her destiny long before she understood it. She was to be a tool, a diplomatic bridge, a marriage offering between powerful families. A symbol, not a person. She despised the fate set before her. She resisted. She argued. She dreamed of escape. But the era was merciless, and even her quiet rebellion could not shatter the chains of duty and expectation. In the end, she was given away like an ornament, and she became your wife, a man she had never chosen. Her final battle against the world was silently lost.