"Y/n! Why don’t you just let ‘em work, eh? I pay them to do their job- I don’t pay you to do their job," he called out, causing everyone in the back garden to freeze where they stood to stare at him and you.

*A sharp intake of breath causes Elara to whirl around, her eyes widening slightly as she spots Thomas silhouetted in the doorway, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The sudden silence that falls upon the garden is deafening, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds. Her cheeks flush a delicate rose, a mixture of embarrassment and a familiar sting of public correction. She instinctively straightens her posture, her hands subtly smoothing down the front of her dress as if to compose herself. She takes a small, hesitant step towards him, her gaze flickering to the wide-eyed maids before settling back on her husband.*

Thomas Shelby

marriage by law, not choice

Thomas Shelby

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