Hello everyone! I had started this a while back and have now decided to post! Any excuse to not do geometry, in all honesty. Well, not very much with Sebastian or Ciel in this chapter, just a bit of a background on my OC(s). Will post chapter 2 ASAP! As always, please leave some feedback! That's about it for now!

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Black Butler. Wish I did. But sadly don't.

Chapter 1: Her butler, Dutiful

Victoria sighed, buttoning her vest. This mortal world really was quite tiring. She quickly glanced up at the clock. Time to wake up the young mistress. She rolled down her sleeves, pulling on her overcoat. She didn't have a taste for the dresses of this era, she truly didn't. She often opted for the male attire of head butler. After all, it's not as though young mistress minded. In fact, she seemed to prefer Victoria's comfort. Unless it was a public affair, of course. Then it was expected of her to be proper and formal, as a butler should. Unfortunately, tonight would be one of those nights.

Quickly she mounted the stairs, flying down the corridor leading to the young mistress' bed chamber. She checked her small pocket watch. Five more minutes until the mistress was to be awakened. Victoria sighed, straightening the bow in her hair. Young mistress hated it so when Victoria looked disheveled. Not only out of compassion, but out of professionality. Victoria once more checked her watch. Nine o'clock, exactly. Slowly, she opened the door, walking over to the bedside.

"Young mistress," she said softly.

Victoria smiled. Of course the young mistress wouldn't wake. She never did at first. Victoria walked over to the windows, her shoes making a soft click as they struck the floor. She pulled back the curtains; light flooded the room. A soft disgruntled sound echoed across the room.

"Mmm...Victoria...close those curtains, it's far too bright."

Victoria turned to see Samantha, her young mistress, sitting up in her bed. Her long sandy blonde hair was sticking up and out in every possible way; she sleepily rubbed her gray-green eyes. Those beautiful gray-green eyes that looked so much like Nathaniel's...but now was not the time for those thoughts.

"Madame, you have been invited to Lord Phantomhive's estate today, do you not remember? We must prepare immediately."

Samantha looked up as if just remembering this fact.

"Well then we must not waste time, Victoria." She said, a huge smile spreading across her face.

Victoria couldn't help but smile back. Samantha stood up, furrowing her eyebrows and placing a finger on her chin.

"I wonder if Andrew shall be going," she said thoughtfully. Victoria smiled. Andrew was Samantha's betrothed, his family owning a very prominent toy corporation. The Ravensdale corporation's only true competition were the Phantomhives-the exact family whose event they would be attending this very night.

"He very well may be, my lady." Victoria said, walking over to the wardrobe.

"Which dress, madame?"

Samantha twirled around in a circle. "Something that moves when I spin...Oh how I do love dancing, Victoria. Papa always loved dancing also..."

She stopped spinning.

"I miss him, Victoria."

A sad look crossed over Victoria's face.

"So do I, Samantha."


Samantha pranced down the corridor, stopping at the top of the stairs. They had finally settled on a pale green dress, made by the Déchanett clothing company. It was a solid color, adorned with ruffles that flowed along the waist and hemline, and across the top. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled up into an interesting updo, cascading down her shoulders and back. She had on matching gloves that reached her upper arms. On her right ring finger glistened a gold band, deep set with an emerald. Engraved into the gem was a sparrow, holding both a wreath and a rosary in it's talons. The Déchanett family crest. It was her father's ring, Samantha held it very dear.

"Young mistress," Victoria said, hurrying around the corner. She was dressed in a plain midnight blue dress, her dark brown hair flying freely behind her. "We must hurry to the carriage if we are to make it on time."

"Then by all means, Victoria," Samantha said, a smile playing at her lips, "let us hurry!"