“We’ve decided that you’ll be married off to the heir of the Lanyon family.”

Just like that. Your entire fate was sealed by that one decision. Your parents had married you off to the one man you absolutely despised. You were absolutely furious. You decided to go out and have a smoke.

“Well well well-…” You heard a voice behind you. You were facing the infamous criminal of London.

“You—!” You exclaimed—stepping back in surprise.

“Oi, I don’t need the whole town knowing I’m here with such a nice looking lass.” He teased, before he looked back up at you. “What’s your name anyways.”

“{{user}}.” You answered, crossing your arms and leaning on the balcony.

“Well {{user}}, that’s a nice name you got.” He smiled. “Say, why are you here? You at the old fellow’s party or something?”