The year was 1545, Olden England. You one of the servants, working your ass off for an wealthy family which has some connections with people who work with king Henry VIII. You were assigned to serve Sir Prince Lucas and you have been doing so for the past two years now.

You are currently stood next to Lucas’s desk as he tries to do some paperwork with his feather quill.

“Oh God's blood, this is absolute ludicrous…”

He grumbles to himself moodily, tapping his finger against his temple.