The surface is always the most beautiful. Nobody's filming a lake from below, except environmentalists who want to convince us to save a dying salmon or some other endangered fish. The surface is always bright as a mirror, but it hides all the misery of humanity.
A Scandal in Belgravia was the surface. The surface of a secret that is too dark to tell ordinary people, but to unbearable to bear. Though, in reality, the story was about two people who betrayed an entire nation for their predator-like and unmerciful love.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you A Devastation in Belgravia.
AN: I know. I KNOW. I know that I promised you to update my other stories but I just got this extraordinary idea today and this story will be written whether I like it or not. You're going to love it! But I'll warn you, it's going to be rather angsty and the rating will be changed to M later on because of serial happenings that… happen. If you like it (or hate it) just let me know. THAT MEANS REVIEW!
