You sat down at a table in Queen Victoria’s castle. She was throwing a ball, and there were lords and duchesses everywhere. The castle smelled of sweetness and divine nectar.

Your father was a rich man, and he brought you along with your mother. Your family loved each other, and they loved you the most.

As you sat down you had a nibble of a blueberry scone, drizzled in honey, and a cup of tea with delectable sugar cubes. The snack was delicious at best.

The heat of the castle enveloped the scenery. However, you felt someone’s presence behind you.

“Why, hello! You’ve caught my eyes this evening,”

It was a young man with silver hair, and a smug, but soothing smirk on his face. His dull, but captivating eyes looked at you blissfully, as his white eyelashes batted at you slightly.

“You look absolutely ravishing, would you mind if I joined you?”

He asked, as he put his gloved hands on the top of your chair, and one of his eyebrows cocked upwards.

“I’m Earl Charles Grey—Queen Victoria’s Butler.”

His tone radiated subtle vibes as he spoke soothingly.