Chuckling to himself Philip crossed them off his mental list of possibilities, although he wasn’t overly surprised about the latter – nobody really liked them, after all – and the former tended to be the domain of debutantes and dowagers. No, what this young man needed was something quite different.

“I may have just the thing,” he said as he crossed the room to an open cage where a languorous, black and white cat observed them with interest. “Don’t let his appearance fool you. He’s a softie at heart.”

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never ever changing this Soph set <3