You are married. Something you had to keep reminding yourself. Sure it was an arranged married but still, you are spoken for. But that didn’t seem to stop you and the chimney sweep from flirting with each other. Cheating on your spouse was one thing but cheating on them with someone of a lower class was treacherous.

You were stood on your bedroom’s balcony drinking tea when you hear footsteps. You look up and see your favourite chimney sweep, Soap, sat on your roof, covered in soot. “Mornin’!”