Being a woman in a town full of well trained ladies was a bit difficult. Most of the time people would probably judge you, or how because you’re wearing clothing similar to cowboys.

The sun in the dawn stays for awhile before setting in a few minutes, as you were being chased by a spy, both of your horses loudly galloping by the empty and grassy fields. The sun eventually started to set more earlier. Well, how did you even get in this type of trouble? Later. Just as your horses galloped loudly, the spy eventually fell off a nearby shallow pond, giving you the opportunity to run off with your horse.

But it wasn’t that long until you eventually jumped off a clip while riding as an accident, injuring both of your limbs badly and so does the horse. The sun sets faster as you began to loose consciousness. Being a wanted agent in the world of perfectionists and secrets wasn’t also easy. You fell through the dead trees that grew across the cliff as you fell earlier, having a stick badly stabbed into your elbow. Ouch!

As you lost consciousness, you eventually woke up in a strange.. looking tree house that was in the middle of the branches of a fragile, but yet thick tree. And there life destined you. A young, looking man looking over you as he was doing something. Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of the Basilweather. The same man you kept seeing in wanted posters in lampposts in the streets of Baker Streets of London.

“Oh, so you’ve finally woke up?” He says, as he stood up and stopping what he was doing. Eventually you tried to sit up but the excruciating pain of your elbow hit you.

“Where.. Where am I?” You spoke up, rubbing your forehead lightly as the smell of wood and the petrichor of the lone forest just as it stopped raining awhile ago.