wilee/natasha, victorian era?
They've been in London for six months now, Wilee quickly becoming a favourite among those at court who demand professionalism, thanks to his speed and tenacity, his unwillingness to let himself be set upon by bandits, his spotless record of receipt, and finally Natasha's break comes. Six months of Natasha taking out the competition without him realizing, without anyone realizing, no pattern to follow or rhyme or reason behind the accidents, because who would ever think to look at the advancement of one messenger to explain all the unrelated chaos, and who would ever look to the fresh faced young woman on his arm and think her capable of such brutality? When the missive from the Cardinal comes in, it's the simplest of matters to break the seal while Wilee sleeps, change the message, recreating the letter in perfect detail and have it ready to be sent upon its way again - and now the game has finally begun, and the war on the Crimean Peninsula and Russia's seas will be redirected by one native daughter, to the benefit of many.