Ciel looked out the window of his manor in silence. The năm is 1888, Ciels now the age of 13. He lets out a sigh. "My Lord." Ciel turned around to see his butler, Sebastian, behind him, holding a tray. "Your tea, milord" Ciel only nodded his head and pulled out the chair. He sat down. "You have a gest milord" Sebastian đã đưa ý kiến while making up the tea. "Gest? Who?" "Lady Elizabeth, your fiancé" A bead of sweat formed.
For those who don't know, Elizabeth is actually Ciels cousin, and hes getting married to her...
"CIEL?" Ciels put a hand on his head. "Shes here."
Ciel stood slowly. "Ciel!!!!" Elizabeth...
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