Into the tale

In the saddest of days our beloved monarch returned from the great war damaged. And not only his arm I have in mind. Bitter and sour... There was no power on Earth or above, that would made him the person he had been before. And still, there is not.
Unexpectedly the misterious man with pale eyes appeared at palace's gates... With all his tales, all incredible stories he brought on, he might have not been able to bring our former king to us, but there is no problem in that any longer. With this clever genius at his side, our sovereign came back to life. And he came brighter than ever.



Kind of crossover: Sherlock and Scheherazade's tales

From the series of funny little things that came to my mind in long hours of history of art lectures.

=Tessay I know that it took me much too long to respond in our little constant Sherlock fanart exchange. I hope that this art will compensate it. It's all for you: )





I put it on my tumblr too --> [link]