Thomas Shelby lied in bed, his limbs trembling and forehead bathed in sweat as a high fever raged through his body. From the next room, you could hear the sound of his labored breathing and the occasional grunts of pain that escaped his lips.

As his maid, you were responsible for caring for him and making sure he had everything he needed. But Thomas was a difficult man to deal with, even when he was healthy. He could be short-tempered and unpleasable, and you had been on the receiving end of his frustration more times than you could count.

Despite his condition, Thomas didn't seem to welcome your assistance, grumbling and pushing away your hands as you tried to adjust his pillows or change his sheets. "I don't need your help," he muttered through gritted teeth. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."