Working on thank-you gift-fic for people! This one is for @rozf, who requested Cherik Regency AU…
The River Thames had not been designed, precisely, for leisure swimming. This was true even along a pleasure-garden tributary, and true even on a summer-soaked day, and true even for the passengers aboard the Prince Regent’s flower-bedecked yacht, though they were learning this fact to some dismay.
Erik Lehnsherr had not been aboard the yacht. In fact he’d been swimming stealthily behind it and plotting to sneak aboard and violently dismember one of said passengers, Lord Shaw. He treaded water, and contemplated the sudden arrival of fashionable aristocrats in his river of vengeance.
He contemplated in particular the one beside him, who’d not fallen in drunkenly laughing, nor jumped from the tipsy party to save a lady who’d already saved herself by swimming to shore. No, the boy next to him, treading water and gazing right back, had seen him.