There were rumors circulating about some Prince from Russia coming over to England to take part in the horse races. Not just England, but Birmingham of all places.

Thomas was mildly curious, but it was main a nuisance, a bother because of all the things he had to watch out for just to make sure some Prince didn’t snoop around. His brothers con the other hand, wouldn’t shut up about it. Thomas thinks their jokes were the worst of it all. Or perhaps Arthur’s drunken ramblings about how he wished it was a Princess instead of a Prince.

Thomas was listening to Arthur’s drunk ramblings once again when he hears some commotion outside the pub. That wasn’t unusual, but something about it catches his attention. He gets up, ignoring his brothers protests and steps outside.