Lord Tewkesbury sighed dramatically as he fumbled with his bow tie, he’d just been at a very important Lords meeting. He threw his waistcoat onto the chaise longue in his living quarters.

He let out a frustrated groan as he heard a knock on the door to his flat. He stomped over, opening the door with the intent to scream at whoever had disturbed him, but he was greeted with you, standing in the doorway, wet from the 1800’s London rain.