-Prologue-

"Master, it is time for you to wake up."

A soft sigh could be heard, as well as the oh so unsatisfying hiss of the curtains as they were drawn back. Ciel had prepared himself for the wake up call though nothing seemed to prepare him for the light of another unbearably long day that greeted him with daily, merciless conviction.

"For brunch today, there is white-wine poached cod served with asparagus parmigiano, and a side of mild fennel salad with your choice of watercress or orange, my lord."

Ciel sat up, the fabric of his nightgown pulling loosely at the cotton pullover as his legs fell over the edge of the bed. A tall figure appeared, kneeling before him as a mere silhouette against the morning light. Deep vermilion orbs peered back at Ciel expectantly with vague indifference as a pair of gloved hands extended and rid him of his gown.
Ciel only spoke after he was dressed for the day's events, "Are you going to inform me of my schedule or am I supposed to read your mind, Sebastian?" He queried the butler testily.
The corner of Sebastian's lip quirked up into an admirable smirk, "Your haughtiness never fails, even at the break of dawn." He mused as he tied the string of the young lord's eye-patch. "You have a meeting with Chlaus tonight to discuss the line of killings in central London." Sebastian replied, getting to his feet. He reached for the tray sitting on the bedside table, using his free hand to pour the Earl Grey Tea into its cup, presenting it to the boy.
Ciel clicked his tongue with a blatant look on his face, accepting and drinking the tea before speaking, "His enthusiasm is exhausting." He commented under his breath between sips.
Sebastian watched as his lord stood and walked over to the window, "You should learn a thing or two. As head of the Phantomhive Manor, hospitality should be of your priority."
That remark earned a temporary glower, "Don't be ridiculous." Ciel breathed in annoyance. "I don't remember asking for such an impudent butler, either."
Sebastian chuckled at the obvious agitation he had provoked, "Always read the fine print, young master." He teased, "I will meet you in the dining hall then, my lord." He dismissed himself with a small bow, exiting the room without another word.

This was going to be the first chapter, but I don't have time to write anything else at the moment and I decided to put this out there just to give me something to work with and help keep me motivated to get around to writing it. This is to be continued, to clear that up! I hope to upload more tomorrow!