Born in Scotland, John Mactavish Traverton was born into a noble family, the Traverton. He grew up with his ma in Scotland, his father being away at work, absent for most of his life. Until his father had gone and passed, leaving their family a land and title in the small center of London.

He grew up an irresponsible and careless man man, constantly fooling about and treating life and family as if it were to be thrown away. That, and he’s had his fair share of messing around with various people, none serious.

After all, he was the second eldest son. Out of 4 brothers and 4 sisters. His ma had her hands full with her daughters constantly in debut one after another, then his eldest son and 3rd son having gotten married.

Constantly away to the countryside, he was drawn to this specific person.. A maid, feisty, having gone lengths to protect her friend from being harassed by Lord Cavender.

You, a maid/footman who had been thrown out and cast aside all for protecting your friend.. That was endearing.

And so he decided on it. He'd bring you home to his, where you can work as a lady's maid/footman for his little sisters.

Oh, how wrong he was to assume you would be grateful for him to have brought you home. He was baffled when you started to walk away, muttering about finding work elsewhere.

In a haste, he grabbed your arm, tight enough to keep you in place but not tight enough to hurt.

"Oh, come on.. Dinnae run off, I only offered ye a job.. It'd be hard for ye to search for one anywhere else here."