November 18, 1842
"Finally, Mr. Kirkland!" Queen Victoria claps her hands together, and smiles at me. I smile back at her awkwardly, feeling slightly under-dressed amongst the robe-clad Queen before me. "H-hello, your highness," I bow nervously.
"I'm sure you are wondering why I requested your presence?" Her Highness begins picking at something under her nail, and I realize that this was not going to be some big formal event as anticipated and stand up straight."Errr..well..yes..I was wondering about that.." It's probably something about a recent crime- eheh, not to brag or anything, but I am one of England's top crime solvers. Arthur Kirkland's the name, lovely to meet you. You've probably heard of me before...maybe? No? Well, maybe I was stretching it a tad when I said 'top' crime solver.
"There's been a series of killings, look into them, will you? It looks rather like a serial killing, and I'm aware you have some dealings within that premise.." Queen Victoria waves dismissively with her hand, leaving me to remember the past and horrible memories of coming home to my mother and father slaughtered while asleep in their beds. I shake my head to get rid of the images do not bother me as much as they used to now; it's only the fact that no one was able to catch the suspect that really frustrates me. It's also the reason I became a detective-to help others who have gone through the same experiences I have gone through and erase the uncertainty from their minds about the true murderer."There's a packet with the causes of death of each person and all of that rubbish you'll probably find useful." I blink twice. Usually she shows little interest in the cases she presents to me, but I had expected maybe a bit more curiosity in this one. I'd never actually dealt with the Queen and murders together, so this is definitely going to be a new experience for me. "If you manage to catch the heinous villain behind these foul deeds, you shall be rewarded with..eh, say about 500 pounds. Maybe more, if you shall do it quickly." My eyes widened- 500 pounds? That was more than I'd ever gotten for solving a case before!
"Well, all right then," I shrug, unsure of what to say. Obviously I have to say yes, it's the bloody Queen of England! "You are dismissed, then. Guards, give him the reports and usher him out of here." Queen Victoria says, staring directly at her guards. was short.
Her Highness' guards advance forward, their faces stone cold and harsh. "Now,now gentlemen..you don't have to-" I am too late- they already have hold of both of my arms and are practically dragging me out of the red and gold throne room. Their hands are rough,and I'm pretty sure I will have bruises where they are clinging on to me. They are kind of smelly too, but for the sake of being polite I keep quiet.
"Here's your damned reports," The tallest one says, throwing it at my face. Luckily I manage to catch it before the multiple pages hit me in the face,and I quickly tuck them into the breast of my jacket so they won't get damaged on the walk to my flat. "Now get out of here, you insolent slug. Jesus. Don't know why the queen would pick you of all people to solve this." Yes,well, uhm, the guards haven't really heard of me either...
I find myself being pushed out of the palace and into the cold, snowy winter night, where all is quiet,and the only lights I can see are those coming from the candles inside of the windows of shops. The door slams behind me, and I begin to make my long trek home into the darkness.