Three years earlier
Merlin looked up at the tall residence in upscale London. He detested the dandies that populated this city who so famously call themselves the “ton”, but their taste in elegant houses were impeccable. With a determined stride, he climbed the steps to his query’s door.
The butler who answered the door was big and burly with a patch over his left eye and a permanent snarling look on his face. He looked down his crooked nose at Merlin and growled. “May I help you?”
Merlin put a determined look on his face and replied, “I would like to see Lady Wentworth.”
The giant of a butler turned around and started down the hallway. Merlin stood at the door for a while a bit confused and with a huge sigh; he followed along making sure to close the door behind him. It was obviou
