Take my word- L.Tewksbury

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[E.H 1]

As Enola stood behind the bars staring back at Tewksbury sadness enveloped her. The words "I fear am to be married soon enola" slipped from his lips. A carriage appeared behind her.

"Go. I'll find you one day, thank you" he said. Enola left but she looked back. She only seen the girls long black hair.

[E.H2]

"Absolutely not William!" Angelica snapped. "Princess-" she cut him off. "William. I've helped you for too long with no results or evidence and I refuse to allow you to get my fiancé involved" she said. "Geli" he puffed out "stop calling me that! It is princess Angelica to you".

Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked away. "I'm sorry princess but it seems you have a guest" a servant said. "Thank you Tia. Shoo William" the woman said. The man groaned and left. Sherlock Holmes waltzed through the door.

"Ah Mr.Holmes" she said sitting on her desk. He greeted her "Princess.". "To what do I owe the pleasure Mr.Holmes?" She asked. "I was tasked to bring you to London" he said. She let out a laugh like it was the most ridiculous thing.

"Absolutely not Mr.Holmes, I have business here where I mustn't be disturbed or leave unattended. Surly you understand" she gave him a tight lipped smile. "Yes but your fiancé is in the middle." Sherlock said placing a letter down.

"Enola Holmes?" She stared at it oddly. "Now why Sherlock have you give me such a thing from your sister I presume?" She held the letter. She then noticed the markings. "Powder? Why on earth is there match powder on this letter mr.Holmes".

"Interesting you picked that up" Sherlock said. She opened the letter "dear princess Angelica I am inviting you to meet me in London with my good friend. it is important -Enola Holmes".

"Tia! Fetch the carriage immediately" the young woman snapped. Angelica was 17 and the agreement was the second she turns 18 they will be married. Time was ticking rapidly,a week away.

Sherlock helped the young woman into the car. Her long puffy black dress fit her nicely. Accompanied by white heels and pearls. The ride to London was quite long and a all night drive. It was also silent.

From the information from William of Tewksbury agreeing to help people without talking to her enraged her. People were starting to think he was single. He was very much the opposite.

Now Angelica had never been much of the showy off type but the people of London were gonna see a new side of her. She wanted to make her father proud and to do so she must marry Tewksbury. "I can see the smoke coming from your ears".

She glared at the man infront of her. "You are rather brave going without a suitor" Sherlock said. "My fiancé is my suitor. Who I fully intend to pick up along the way" she huffed. He started at the princess. Her crown sat nicely on her head.

Her hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her nails painted a pastel pink and trimmed. She looked like she was glowing almost. He knew she'd need bodyguards immediately especially with a priceless crown sitting on her head.

Her dress alone is worth more then half the buildings London. "Will you stop staring at me? I'm far too young for you Mr.Holmes plus I am to be married soon" she said politely.

"Don't flatter yourself princess I was just noticing you'll need to change unless you want to be robbed" Sherlock said.

"It doesn't matter how many commoner clothes I put on people will still know I'm Princess Angelica. Tell your sister keep me from shabby neighborhoods" she snapped.