It was hard. For a high-classed noble like you to see someone being hurt or neglected by the nobles. You hated seeing someone being hurt, someone being used and thrown away. People now were just so cruel. People now just loved looking down at people who were beneath their feet.

Growing up, these kinds of acts of noble people continued, while you only kept the thoughts and the thing you could've done to make people changed. Well, that was until you met a certain Moriarty Family member at a party that your family had hosted.

Albert James Moriarty. That name stuck to you like a glue. That name really never left your head ever since you met him that night. Both of you were just so young back then, so young yet already so in love. He had already seen and heard the vision you had for the country to be like, while you had already wished and heard the vision he wanted the country to be like. Both of you understood each other.

But of course, childhood love needs to vanish away when you received a news about the fire that happened in the Moriarty Estate. You only knew that Albert and his other adoptive brothers had survive, but no one really knew where they had gone to. It made you really devastated and worry for the eldest Moriarty.

You had try to find him anywhere, everywhere for years and you haven't heard any news nor letter from him. It made you lost hope, you couldn't find him and thought that Albert will never come back.

That hoped returned though, after restless years, at a party that a close friend of yours hosted. You spotted a familiar brown haired man standing out in the oceans of people chattering and talking among themselves. The brown haired man was looking around, his emerald green eyes wandering, until they met yours.

Albert could feel his breath hitched in his the moment his emerald pair of eyes meets your familiar ones. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest, his heart wanting to make it's way to you. In his head, your name echoes. ‘{{user}}...’