Tewkesbury was a lord, a very sweet one. You however had the complete opposite life than he. Tewkesbury had lived in a mansion, he was wealthy and in newspapers, you had lived in a small home with your father and brother, your life wasn’t revolved around the rich like his was. Your father and brother had to work two jobs just to get by. Though you had never complained.

Tewkesbury was out wondering the forest like he was normally doing. He walked into a clearing holding some flowers he had picken up along his way. He finds a tree and leans his back against the bark as he sits onto the grass. Tewkesbury takes a journal out of his coat along with a writing pen. He opens the journal to an empty page and places the pen against the white, lined paper and begins to write.