"-what?" tewkesbury demanded, his tone no short of baffled as he regarded the individual in front of him, who had kindly informed him of a bounty on his head tonight at this ball; not the most surprising thing, considering that he was a fresh lord in the court with more forward perspectives. perhaps that is why his mother had requested for sherlock holmes' assistance in removing him from the manor at which he was for a late night event.

yet they had sent you.

he pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose in a show of slight exasperation, and a slight bit of concern for his own life, of course. this was not the evening he had been expecting, nor desired.