Here's a snippet to pique your interest. Lady Ednah is Olivia's wealthy grandmother. Jak is Admiral Jackson Prentiss, grandson of Lady Ednah's oldest friend. That's him on the left. Jak just checked himself out of hospital.
Lady Ednah met Jak at the front door, urging the maid to take his drugs cache off him. The old lady was like the mother he'd hardly had, fussing over him. "Are you sure they said you could come? The hospital called me and said you'd checked yourself out and you shouldn't have. And why are you in uniform?"
"I'll be fine. And I'm in uniform because I had to have something to change into. It was easiest." He grinned. "It's also useful when you want to get your own way."
She giggled. "Understood. I'm Lady Rabukka when I want something."
He let her escort him into the living room for the obligatory cup of kaff, easing himself carefully down into a chair. His ankle ached. "Where's Olivia?"
"Down in the basement, going through Xavier's papers." She tutted. "I told her you were on your way. But she does get so involved in her work. A bomb could go off down there and she wouldn't notice. I'll fetch her."
He raised his hand. "Don't. I expect I'll see her at dinner."
"Huh. I'll make sure you do."
Jak was sitting on the veranda basking in the glory of the sunset when Olivia appeared. She looked tired, her face and clothes streaked with dust. The worn work pants and long sleeved shirt did nothing to detract from her beauty.
She dropped into the chair beside him. "Hello. How are you feeling?"
"Sore. But I'll live."
She brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I'm sorry. I was an idiot."
Jak put in the missing bits. "You mean at the waterfall? Yes, you were."
She glowered at him. "I'm trying to apologize. But if you hadn't been such an up yourself plonker —"Jak laughed out loud. "So it's all my fault. Apology accepted, lovely lady."
They have an interesting relationship. Maybe it'll settle down over time. We'll see.
Oh - and I'm still casting around for a name. The Stuff of Legend goes down quite well with me. What do you think?