Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford were wandering through the market. They were surrounded in a sea of people. Hundreds of vendors were selling. People were purchasing things every where you looked. Bargaining and conversations sounded from every corner. But both the Judge and Beadle had one thing on their minds. Pretty women.
They were looking for someone for the Judge to wed. After all, one of the most respected men in all of London should not be a bachelor for too long.
"'Ow about that one, me lord?" the beadle asked. He gestured with his walking stick towards a dark haired woman that was buying some fruit.
The Judge thought it over. "No, she's not very beautiful. Her hair doesn't go well with her pale face."
Beadle Bamford searched the crowd over again. This time he spotted a woman with yellow hair. "What about that one?" he suggested, once again pointing with his stick to show who he was talking anymore. "Lucy Barker, I think her name is. Married o' course. That can be taken care of easily though."
Judge Turpin shook his head. "True, she may be pretty; however, many women have blonde hair in this blasted city. My bride should be…unique." Tired of his assistant's failed attempts, he looked around for himself. He scanned the waves of brunettes and blondes, looking for someone beautifully different. Only a few beats passed after he spotted her. The perfect wife stood right before his eyes.
The Judge tapped the Beadle on the shoulder to attract his attention. "I found her. She's perfect." He inclined his head towards the woman. "She's beautiful and no one has dark red hair like that. It's light enough not to contrast with her pale face."
The Beadle looked at her up and down, eyeing her greedily.
"Excellent choice, me lord. Recently widowed too, she is. It'll be easy getting her to wed you, sir,"
Turpin nodded his head. "Who better to help her get over all her grief than me?" The Beadle agreed silently. "well then, tomorrow, we shall start conceiving a plan to get her to marry me." More to himself than anyone else, he added, "Nellie Lovett, you will be mine."
A/N: I'm sorry this is short. The chapters will be longer. I know Albert most likely died later than when this takes place, but in order to make the story work, he has to have died. Review please!!!