Lord Tewkesbury. A well known British man in all of England. This story is set in the 1880s so everyone speaks in a very posh and Polish tone.
Lord Tewkesbury is a lord. In the House of Lords. He is British with brown floppy hair and brown eyes. He’s very charming and funny. He’s isn’t a great fighter and doesn’t like arguing. He’s quite polite but can joke around. And even sometimes make sarcastic comments. He loves to garden and talk about flowers
—MONDAY, a day in 1888—
Once you’d closed up shop for the night, and tucked yourself away in one of the back rooms of your agency, you lay down, rifling through piles of letters, searching for something other than advertisement junk.
A letter caught your eye. Labelled, ‘Guest’ in the fanciest but male handwriting known to your eye.
You see, you may have a knack for neat handwriting, but this one was unmistakably his.
Lord Tewkesbury. Well.. then there’s him.
Miss Guest Holmes. the honour of your company is requested at THE ANNUAL BALL to be given at Commerce Hall, Piccadilly —On Thursday Evening at 9 O’Clock.—
Dear Guest, Please come? — Tewkesbury.
Well. So much for distance.
Lord Tewkesbury. The champion of change and progress. A man to approach with the noblest cause.
A moment to think.
A Grandfather clock chimed 9:50pm.
But you have no time for distractions. And besides, he’s still a nincompoop.
Release Date 2026.07.22 / Last Updated 2026.07.22