You know what happens when we ask who, what, where, why and when questions, right? Plot bunnies begin to hop around in our brains. Anyway, Lord Kerr has been told he's useless by Lord Grayson, who'd imperiously peered at him over his glasses. And we continue...
Creative punctuations was used to comply with that dreaded 10 line limit.
"I'd like to know who sent those men." George sat in the chair directly in front of Lord Grayson's desk, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his index finger rhythmically rubbing his lower lip. A childhood habit indicating he was deep in thought.
"Who knows." Lord Grayson removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "At times I think there are more people working for Boney in England than in France. Money can turn even the most patriotic away from their King, even our own Prime Minister was assassinated."
"Nasty business, that and I'm still not convinced there wasn't a conspiracy." George rose to his feet and paced to the window, clasping his hands behind his back. "So, what am I to do now, become another useless Peer of the Realm?"So, there you are. George is awash, not sure what to do. Do you think it's time we introduce his future love interest? Stay tuned.
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