"It is time to awaken, My Lord."
Opening my eyes to the smooth, devious voice of Sebastian Michaeils. I sat up, staring into nothing to wake myself. After glaring into my own horrible state of figure in the mirror across the bedroom for some time, I looked up oddly, noticing Sebastian was staring. "W-what?" "Nothing, My Lord," He replied with a smirk, starting to awkwardly lean in. "It is just that you seem to be sullen for quite a while."
"What are you talking about-"
"My proof is here, Young Master." He slid his gloved fingers under my eyes to collect tears from last night. "You were crying after I left..." He stared into me with concern, his cold gloved hand still on my cheek. Then I realized that there was still water on my lashes. "Unhand me!" He did what he was told, standing back in position.
"What in the world has gotten into you Sebastian? There is no reason for you to feel concerned for my being."
"You are my master, so I look out for you and your BEING." He replied, mocking me. With that, he handed me a teal-shaded tea cup with a golden rim. Slowly, I bring it to my dry lips, getting quite accustomed to the taste. "Earl Grey?" I mutter.
"Indeed, my Lord." he nodded, taking the tray into one hand. "Now for you breakfast-"
"But you need a meal to start off your day, My Lord."
"At least a piece of toast or a scone-"
"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME SEBASTIAN!" He flinched back, which surprised me.
"...fine, I will have a slice of toast with jam." He smiled, grateful that I have given in. "Very good sir." Taking the tea pot and throwing it onto the silver tray, he bowed, and left the room silently.
Setting the tea cup gently onto the nightstand besides my mattress, I wiped my face as quickly as possible with the cloth. I rubbed unfocused eyes with my left hand to continue waking myself up while at it.
Soft foot steps, clacking up against wooden floors of a hall sent the obvious sign of Sebastian coming into the room once again. And he did, coming back with what I asked and a napkin besides it, perfectly set upon a silver tray.
"Your morning meal, My Lord." Without a word, I took it, silently eating the toast. Of what I expected, it tasted amazing, and then I realized how hungry I actually was. But I didn't request for more, for I hated it when he was right like the usual.
I set the plate out for the butler to grab, and as he simply took it into gloved hands, he sets this besides him to undo my nightgown buttons. I gazed away, still embarrassed of the fact that he noticed I was practically acting like a child. He seemed to notice, like always. "Are you doing okay, Young Master?"
"You just won't give up, will you?" I replied, shaking my head as he pulled over my cobalt jacket, coming over my white undershirt. "Blue suits you well, Young Master." he said, suddenly switching the subject. I nodded, looking forward again to meet his face.
"Yes, it matches my eyes, I suppose." I poked the blasted, black patch on with my left index finger. "At least one of them."
The butler just smiled, snapping the last buckle on my shoes. "What is today's schedule?" "You were invited to the Blue Moon Ball tonight and Sir Michaels Dance around 7 PM and 8:30 PM." "I decline."
"Yes, my Lord. Other than that, we have no guests or Phantomhive merchandises to test. Just violin practice with me at 3 PM., and your afternoon meal at 12:30." I nodded my head.
"Anything in my office?"
"I have taken care of that, sir." "Good. I'm going to the study, though the second bathroom on the first floor needs to be tidied up. Lau complained there was some dust on the mirror."
"I will precede to that immediately, My Lord." After tying my bow, he took my now empty tea cup onto the silver plate, and slipped out of my room in a blink.
I started out towards the library study while slowly passing my office.
~"I have taken care of that, sir."~
'Taken care of what,' I thought to myself. With swift movements, I opened large, tan doors to peek through. There lay my usual writing utensils, stamps, and envelopes. Then three papers opened and stamped. I slipped inside the office; eager to see what was 'taken care of'. Though it were probably bills and invitations, I seemed rather bored with nothing else on my mind to do. Sitting in the large chair, I slid the papers towards me. 'Blue Moon Ball: Saturday Night Featured by Richard Justice.' I ignored the rest, taking the paper and throwing it on the desk in a crumbled ball. It landed near the edge, yet never fell. I took the next document that was under the first in the small pile, reading:
'Sir Michaels Dance; 8:30 PM: Bring your lucky lady and head on over to dance the night away!'
"Ugg..." I muttered in disgust as I imagined Elisabeth going with me. "Forced to marry that brat..." Tossing the ball of paper to the desk, I saw there was another page. "Just a bill..." I was about to throw it when I saw: 'Tea Times: 4:35 PM, don't be late!' At the bottom of the paper. "What is this?" I read the document, and then set it down.
"Lizzie invited me to tea? What?! It's declined?" I examined the stamp in red reading 'DECLINED', which was used for useless invitations.
"You were invited to the Blue Moon Ball tonight and Sir Michaels Dance around 7 PM and 8:30 PM."
Did he say something I did not hear? No! I would never decline something from Lizzie. At least I would be forced to, anyway. And the important thing:
'Why would Sebastian decline an invitation from my fiancé..?'