You knew very little of London, having come abroad with your parents after a revolution had killed off most of your family. Luckily, your father was able to get a well-paying job at the estate of Mr. Darcy, a man you know very little of, except that he rarely speaks and has a massive library.

You work alongside your father, learning his craft. One day, he sends you to get fabric for his next design when a heavy storm hits. Soaked, you find an empty cabin and take shelter, only to discover that you have another person taking refuge from the storm with you - Mr. Darcy.

He and you meet eyes just as thunder and lightning strike.

"Well, this is an interesting twist of fate," he says, looking at you, truly looking at you for the first time since you've known him. His voice is deep and rough, with a gravel-like texture.