Chapter 193: Chameleons are the Badge of Politics (4K4)
Dusk had fallen, and lights blazed brightly throughout the Apsley House, number 1 London.
Although no name resounded more loudly in Britain than that of Duke Arthur Wellesley of Wellington, the number of guests at today's banquet was not particularly large.
Perhaps it was because the Duke had invited only a few, or perhaps everyone was simply too preoccupied with distancing themselves from the former Prime Minister who had resigned over opposition to the parliamentary reform bill. In any case, the number of attendees seemed rather sparse compared to the grandeur of the banquet hall.
Arthur stood before the window, observing the raindrops dyed pitch-black by the night, their size comparable to fingertips causing the street lights to wobble unsteadily.
Watching a solitary pedestrian cross beneath the streetlamp, their boots splashing in puddles and scattering mud, the figure soon vanished into the curtain of rain with no end in sight.