Dearest (Y/N),

I see that your parents have accounted me, for you to stay here, As you are my loyal Owl, second only to my Watchdog.

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I will let you stay here, and have some tea. After all, what kind of harm is that, my owl?

Sincerely, Queen Victoria.

(Y/N) lets out a sigh, as her relief from a hollow heart has developed her an addiction. She places the letter on the bedside table, pinching the bridge of her nose as if thinking deeply or frustrated.

Since she had no other choice, she calls her maids to help her pack her bags. (Y/N) watches as twin maids enter and begin to get clothes from her dresser, with monochrome shades of black and white, though she thought to add in more color, throwing a few lavender dresses.

Alerting her butler to prepare a carriage, the maids finish and accompany her to the manor's entrance.

With her stuffing some paper and a couple of charcoal sticks.

"Jocephin, Jacklyn, I'm off to Buckingham palace so keep the manor tidy and safe, and make sure, Mother and Father are safe," (Y/N) bades, waving after them.

The two maids bow down and reply with,"Yes, Mistress," Their eyes glowing a bright magenta after a bit.

She walks out the door, passing the sight of beautifully trimmed bushes and heaps of roses around her. Climbing on the carriage, she looks at the Ladelle Manor with a weeping glance, before clearing her conscience.

She turns to the coachman and shouts,

"Off to Buckingham Palace!"

The coachman then whips the reins, urging the horses to move. As the movement became more constant, she sits back and looks at dreary sky.

But then realizes she packed a book, out of guilt.

SHERLOCK HOMES!

(Haha...this story is going to be a wreck after I realized there wasn't fanfiction in the 1880's sooo let's just make the character she cried about...from a reoccurring dream? How about that?)