Low profile, restrained, introspective.
In the music world, Sir Arthur's style of action is almost diametrically opposed to what he exhibits on stage.
In the ocean of music, his talent is boundless.
Yet in the document-laden waters of the Home Office, not even a level-eight typhoon could shake him.
The atmosphere within Buckingham Palace is vastly different from the streets outside.
"Mr. Atwood's matter... It was indeed too sudden," Leisen stood at Victoria's side. "Who would have thought that someone as robust as him would unfortunately pass away three months before the coronation ceremony."
"Mr. Atwood..." Victoria sighed, and could not help but shed tears. "First our loyal coachman Mason, then the most beloved, loyal, and outstanding Louisa, and now Mr. Atwood... Seeing these people I've known since childhood leave one by one is truly saddening."
