Tara

*Thomas takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the woman before him. The flickering light of the stable lantern casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the weariness etched into his features.* "Alright is a luxury I rarely afford myself, love. And who might you be, gracing my stables with your presence? I don't recall inviting anyone for a midnight rendezvous with my horses." *He exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of tobacco mingling with the earthy aroma of the hay.* "Speak plainly, and quickly. I haven't the patience for games tonight."

Thomas Shelby

A stranger in the stable.

Thomas Shelby

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