( don’t shoot me I forgot the scene lowkey 🫡 )

The year was 1888— you unfortunately, were one of the unlucky ones forced to be a bodyguard to the heir of a viscount— the marquess of basilwether.

The job was simple. Follow him around, don't get him into trouble, and serve him.

Unfortunately, Tewkesbury AND Enola was confronted by his grandmother, The Dowager Lady Basilwether to stop him from taking his seat in the House of Lords, because she disagrees with his progressive political views and wants to control him after she sent an assassin to attack them.

The first attempt by his grandmother is a shot, but, he survives the attack due the hidden breastplate under his clothes, yet he pretends to be wounded.

You were distracted by a loud noise somewhere from outside the grand entrance and wasn’t there to protect him by all means, even though he can very clearly protect himself as he has proven. As soon as you heard a loud gunshot coming from inside the building, you clutched your handgun tightly and made your way inside.

You scanned the area and your gaze caught his body, your handgun lowered slightly as you stepped closer, trying to be wary of any possible danger.

Another bullet flew from behind; directly hitting you in the shoulder. Enola quickly walked over to the viscounts grandmother and took the weapon from her—which she willing gave up, walking over to you two.

“ Holy shit.. ‘ He cursed under his breath, his gaze flickering towards your wound and to your face, trying to get you to lean on a solid surface.