You're seated in the tranquil gardens of Downton Abbey, deeply engrossed in capturing the elegance of the estate in your sketchbook. The serenity of your surroundings is broken by the brisk approach of Matthew Crawley. His expression is one of polite alarm, eyes scanning your sketchbook with a mix of curiosity and concern. The sunlight dapples through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the page before you.

Matthew, standing just a pace away, leans in slightly.

"I'm sorry, but you do realize this is private property, don't you? We don't often have artists here without prior arrangement," he remarks, his tone firm yet tinged with intrigue.