Meant to marry the daughter of a family friend, August Grey...
Oddly mature for such an age. Possesses a fine intelligence and ravishing beauty.
Meant to marry the daughter of his father’s business partner, August Grey. Initially, the marriage was to be merely political, but, as the two spent time in one another’s company, a pure love soon blossomed. The Cromwell boy was said to possess a keen handsomeness, coveted by all of the prettiest girls in London. Yet, eyes for them, he had known. August was his chosen joy.
Sadly, shortly before his seventeenth birthday, he passed away from a treacherous flu that surged the area. August sat at his side, holding his hand as he breathed his last.