I will do my utmost to fulfill my duty to the country. I am young, perhaps lacking experience in many areas (though not all), but what I am certain of is my fervent enthusiasm and genuine desire to fulfill my obligations, unmatched by anyone.
——"The Diary of Queen Victoria" Alexandrina Victoria
The morning fog had yet to disperse, and the walls of No. 4 Whitehall seemed wrapped in damp gray plaster.
Outside the window, the sound of Westminster Abbey's bells echoed through the fog, slow and steady, each ring like a replay of last night's clamor.
Arthur, having just arrived at the office, placed his cane in the corner of the desk and hung his hat on the coat rack.
The corner of the desk, covered in deep green leather, was polished brightly, and the wax from last night's candles had formed white flowers on the candlestick.
He had barely settled in, not even begun brewing tea, when he heard a knock at the door.
"Sir, Ledley King reporting to you."
