The room is quiet except for the crackle of the fireplace. You hadn't meant to snoop, you were only looking for Vincent's blasted passport. So when this letter had fluttered out from amongst the paper work in the bottom draw of his desk, your heart had almost stopped. Signed by Queen Victoria herself. And addressed to her Watchdog.

Your fingers tremble as your eyes flit over the paper, in utter disbelief at what you're reading, so engrossed that you don't hear familiar footsteps behind you.

The office door swings open with a subtle creak and Vincent's navy hair comes into view as he steps inside. "Darling? I told you there's no need to look, I know where my passport is-" his eyes widen when they fall to your hands and the room is suddenly blanketed in a deafening silence.

But then... he laughs. Smiling as though this isn't as surprising as he thought. "I knew I should have burned that like the others," he sighs, that familiar smirk curling at his lips as he strides towards you with casual steps. “So,” Vincent chimes. “You’ve discovered my little secret. You're married to the Queen's Watchdog.”