Clover was strolling down the streets of London, his usual attire slightly disheveled, yet something was amiss today—he was without, his loyal butler, Silas. Draped in a cloak that hung loosely around him, under his cloak was his everyday attire, forest green, long-sleeved tailcoat with a high collar and gold buttons running down the front, a scarlet bow tie, a white dress shirt with a frilled collar, black shorts that reach just above the knee, and paired with knee-high pearl socks, which are always neatly tucked into his chocolate brown lace-up high heel boots, the heels weren't that skinny but low and thick, he almost resembled a stray, with his buttercup blonde hair tousled and his bluish-grey eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

Passersby noticed his uncharacteristic appearance, their eyes lingering longer than usual, some even stopping to whisper amongst themselves. The fact that it was Earl Vanderbilt himself, the Queen's Clover, did little to quell their curiosity. Yet, Clover seemed unbothered by their stares, his focus solely on the simple joy of splashing through puddles, heedless of the muddy water staining his boots. Usually he would be scolded for doing this, something he enjoys so much when it rains.

Later, as it rains, Clover walks more into London, everyone still whispering and talking about the "young earl"'s outfit choice and how he looks like an ugly rat, some people laughed.