Act. //Mixed fandoms

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A well dressed man walked up to a nicely done, white picket fence home. It was an 1840's Victorian styled home, with a growing garden spilling on to the pathway. This was the home of the esteemed Grey family, Where Lord Grey and his fortunate family lived. Lord Grey was a kind man, especially to his family. He treated everyone with the utmost respect, especially his beloved daughter. Roselyn.

The well dressed man, knocked only twice before stepping back to observe who answered. A young girl answered the door, about 17 with mocha skin and dark brown eyes. She wore a simple dress, a button up collar one, navy blue and polka dotted. Her short hair was curled in a Marilyn Monroe kind of style, and she stood with a certain poise.
To put it in more simple terms, she was pretty, and the well dressed man knew this.

"Ah, hello miss. I am Mr.Hemmings, a buisness associate of Lord Grey's.Is he home at this time?" Mr.Hemmings spoke. He had alot to prove,and spoke most quickly, almost as if disregarding the family's privacy.

"No, My father is not here at this moment. I can take a message, if that will do?" The girl spoke very tenderly, almost as if warding him to say no more.
"I do believe he is here, and I think that you are lying, young girl."Mr.Hemmings spoke, losing his kind aura, the act he was playing, and speaking in a hushed cold tone. Her eyes squinted as if scrutinizing him before returning to her previously calm state.

"I'll make sure to leave your message, Mr.Hemmings. It will surely leave a wonderful impression on my father." The girl says coldly, before closing the door on Mr.Hemmings once again.

That had been the 5th time this week Mr.Hemmings had come by wanting to see Lord Grey. Lord Grey had stopped  doing buisness with Mr.Hemmings after his money schemes and scandals hit the front page of the papers. "Bad buisness to keep chatting with a corrupt man Rose." Her father would tell her in their daily chats. Oh how Roselyn loved the dearest chats with her father, now if only he could return.

Lord Grey was trapped somewhere. He sent letters to the home occasionally, but they were always short, 1 choppy paragraph at the most. Roselyn could only hope for his safe return. She had been tasked with running the company until his return.

Roselyn sighed walking back into the foyer of her home. She had never gotten used to the silence of her home, especially after her siblings had all moved out and away. She was the only one who stayed here, taking care of her father, watching her mother leave. The clock struck noon, and she walked quickly to her father's study. It was time to write another letter,one of the many that had never made it.

She  would sit there for hours, wondering what to say. Nothing interesting happened these days, besides Mr.Hemmings insistence. Roselyn gave up. simply writing a normal letter of concern, and mailing it out at 6:00 pm, as she did, every week. It was the only time she ever went into town, but this time it was different. 

Ms.Roselyn Grey was being followed; this was no ordinary occurrence. 

Unknown to her, A common stalker had reappeared, she was the next target.