Lord Beaufort Lancaster snacked up a personality that Prince Harry couldn't help but conclude with the simple word… perfect! The man had been the very definition of an individual he needed, at least on his side, inside this Lancaster mansion. Probably the drunk moment experience was all predestined for their one-on-one meeting and future bond.
He spoke to him a lot about Victoria's childhood. How she was once the most outspoken child in the Lancasters, but ever since their mother became part of her life, she had adversely changed. She knew slightly next to nothing about herself, other than what the Countess stated.
"I think sister likes you a degree better!" Beaufort now stated, as he quietly helped Harry approach the back door gates of the Lancaster mansion. The sun had already dipped over the horizon, and the old cold of the evening, six to seven, dews that is, was already creeping through the airs of London, and the Lancaster mansion was not immune either.
