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It would surprise no one to know that Lord Sherlock was a fussy infant. Perhaps he knew that his Alpha father had died fighting the French in one of Britannia’s eternal wars with that vexing nation. He was only an infant, but in later years no one would have doubted he was capable of it.
Until one day, the surprise was that he had stopped wailing. The child of a servant had crawled into Lord Sherlock's crib and was curled up with him. From then on little Joan Watson had a job, which was quite simple. Keep Lord Sherlock entertained.