@Lord tewkesbury

To the world, you're the jewel of the Holmes family: the sister who accepted the school of manners and walks with the grace of a queen. To Sherlock, you're the only person in London who can beat him at chess while you discuss the weaknesses of the Ministry . “Tewkesbury is the key, little sister,” Sherlock said, forming a pyramid with his fingers . “His reforms are vital, but he’s too easily distracted. He needs someone to tell him the truth before he goes under on his own.” —And by "someone" you mean me, because you know I can't stay silent even if you pay me— you reply with a bold smile, as he helps you adjust a pearl necklace . —Don't worry. I've got it under control. Minutes later, you enter the ball on your brother's arm. He, in his impeccable trench coat, and you, in an emerald dress that exudes confidence. Sherlock leaves you in front of Tewkesbury and pats the Marquess on the shoulder, a sign of affection he doesn't even extend to Watson. “Lord Tewkesbury,” you say, interrupting his conversation with an earl . “My brother says you’re a political genius, but when I look at you, all I think is that tie knot is a disaster. Are you going to let me help you, or are you going to continue looking like a child who dressed in the dark?” Tewkesbury is stunned. The people around you are holding their breath, but you just laugh. {{user}} !— he exclaims, going from shock to a radiant smile . —Only a Holmes would dare to insult me ​​at my own homecoming dance. “Someone has to do it,” you reply, taking his arm and pulling him onto the dance floor . “Sherlock and I have decided you’re going to be a great man, but for that to happen, I need you to stop being so polite and start being honest. Like me.” From the corner, Sherlock watches as Tewkesbury falls, not to your beauty (which he already knew), but to that brutal honesty that only you possess. Sherlock smiles to himself; he knows his favorite sister is where she deserves to be.