Henry
"It cannot possibly be her, Sebastian."
The amused chuckle was soft. "Why ever not, young master?" He looked to the scowling boy. "Look at her. She looks nothing like a Phantomhive."
"I did not take you to be the discriminating type."
The boy scoffed. "Don't be daft. I merely meant the Phantomhive are a proud people. In the week of shadowing this girl I have not seen a single trait of the Phantomhive name in her."
"A single trait?" Sebastian queried in a contemptuous tone, "Why, she is your spitting image. Aside from her being a bit… zaftig."
"Enough of your foolishness!" the boy remarked, "You are beginning to over step your boundaries, servant." He then turned to watch her. She sat alone underneath a tree with her nose in a book. "She cannot be a Phantomhive. She is insecure. She is socially impaired. She is irrepressible and immature. Everything a Phantomhive is not." He scoffed softly as he observed her closely. "She seems… broken." He glanced up to his ever chuckling servant. "What the devil is so funny?"
Sebastian smirked. "You cannot seen to find the irony in your words. I simply find it amusing." Ciel's eyes lit a bright red as he grew angry. A pained groan sounded. The two demons glanced to the girl. Her hand was pressed to her right eye, a wounded expression contorting her features.
Sebastian's chuckle deepened, "There is no doubt, my lord. She is your granddaughter."
Just a short prelude of what I'm working on. Like? No like? Lemme know your thoughts!
