So, as I promised, a first chapter! It is about Ciel and Rowan and one of the missions Ciel needs Rowan for. Also, thanks for the views, and I really hope to get some OC submissions soon, or I won't be able to continue the story! Also, it is past the due date, so I'm afraid I have to accept the only OC's that were sent to me. Thank you guys for the support! Hope you enjoy this!
Chapter 1
Meeting with a Witch
The young mistress of the Havenston manor paced around her large study, gloved hands behind her back and a concerned scowl on her face, trying to make sense of the letter from the Queen. She could feel her dress move between her legs, the many layers of silk under skits making no sound, unlike her heeled shoes, which stormed across the wooden, rug covered floor with a soft click.
Staring intently at the elaborate, red, gold, and black Indian rug, she stopped using a perfected tondue using her right foot. She felt her left heel connect with the other, creating a v with her feet. Though her long, black dress covered her feet, she knew the tondue all too well.
Placing her black gloved hand on her chin, she pondered the meaning of the Queen's message.
What in the bloody hell is Fraxinus Aurum? And who is the Dog the Queen has sent to meet with me?
She was thinking nonstop, but even the prominent High Witch of London couldn't conjure up and answer, with grand powers or otherwise.
Finally looking away from her rug, however beautifully designed it is, and took in the appearance of the study, her slight sanctuary in the chaos of her manor. It was a rectangle room, and she was facing one of the two shorter sides. On the wall was a large china cabinet, made of a dark wood the she didn't know the name of. The top was a large piece of wood with her family's coat of arms delicately and expertly carved into it, the three swords and wings bordering the shield hand carved and amazing. She saw through the glass doors to the memories of her father. The wedding picture of him and her happy mother, his favorite tea cup, the tin of the first tea he shared with her, a family portrait, and many other precious things that are kept under lock and key at all times. Rowan herself cannot take them out, for fear of unwanted memories.
She quickly turned away from the past, and to the other side of the room. There, you could actually see the gold painted walls, painted to match the rug. There, against the wall was another dark wood dresser, which was actually a small, extra desk. On top of the dresser was an old sword in a black wooden stand, the old knight's sword was well kept and perfectly polished by the Havenston staff every other day of the week. The hilt was covered in an old gauze bandage, the top a glowing violet jewel. The jewel was now powerless after many generations of not using it.
Her mother tried using it once.
Rowan shivered at the memories and turned to her left once more. There sat her large desk, the same darkened wood as the rest of the furniture. It housed a lamp, a quill, and a clutter of paperwork, the latest including the letter from the Queen. Behind the desk was her regal-looking chair, which was actually quite inexpensive. Behind that was the large bay window, her deep red, velvet curtains lined with gold drawn back to let the sun light the room. It was such a rarity in London, she would draw the shades any chance she got. Which happened to be when she wasn't sleeping. She enjoyed any view of London, whether it be rain or shine.
Slightly smiling at the view of the day, a knock on one of the large French doors leading to the office resounded through out the study.
Turning on her heels in shock, she sees her personal butler, head of the Havenston staff, and the sworn protector of the High Witch of London, Alistair Crossland.
Seeing the golden eyes made her smile, thinking of how ridiculous he looked in a normal butler's tail coat and all black ensemble. Usually, he wore a long, gray cape-like coat. Instead, today, he decided, all on his own accord, to wear the uncomfortable, stiff, black tail coat, waist coat, and creased pants. His white gloves and button up dress shirt were great contrast to the outer layers.
Alistair was in a respective kneel, his left hand placed over his chest. She rolled her eyes.
"Rise, Alistair." she said, her bell voice monotone. He complied instantly, and Rowan got a good view of his sparkling golden eyes, cocky, crooked smirk on pale flesh. He was actually less pale than Rowan herself. His cheek bones were fairly defined, and would be quite attractive to some nineteen year old woman. His hair was long and smooth, shiny and silky. It was a dark blonde with streaks of a brighter blonde from the little sun London got, and Alistair was out in every moment in it. Usually.
His hair, instead of it being down and freely cascading behind his shoulders, it was in a loose pony tail, tied back with a golden ribbon. The ribbon may have been gold, but it didn't compare with his eyes. His eyes that were almost dulled by the spectacles he wore, blind without them.
"Mistress, a guest has arrived." he said, his voice a low rumble, smirk permanent on his lips.
"Was a name given, Alistair?" she asked, one of her dark eye brows raised, her eyes very serious and ready for business.
"Yes, m'lady. Our guest goes by the name of Ciel Phantomhive." when the name was spoken, Rowan's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
"The Earl Phantomhive? The head of the Funtom company?" she voiced her questions aloud, mostly without realizing it.
"It would seem so, my young mistress." Alistair nodded, making Rowan glare at him for answering.
"And do not say 'our guest'. It makes me feel as if he was our guest together. Did he come to see you, Alistair?" Rowan questioned firmly, always strict with the lower class she housed. She was incredibly angry when Alistair's smirk continued to grow.
"No, m'lady."
"Then do not make it seem as though he has." she warned, her voice low. She snapped her head away, preferring to look toward the large bay window where she noticed an unrecognizable carriage in the drive.
"Of course, mistress." Alistair's voice sounded once more, making Rowan turn to face him again. She thought for a moment, then gasped, looking down at herself. She was wearing a very casual dress, something one of the lower class would wear. She cursed under her breath, then addressed Alistair once again.
"Would you please prepare tea for the guest? And send Maria to my room. I must change before greeting the Earl." she ordered. Alistair bowed.
"Of course, mistress." he answered. And with that, he disappeared without a trace. Not a single footstep could be heard through out the corridor outside.
Rowan sighed, making her way to her chambers, fully expecting her dress maid to be there with choices already lining the bed.
.oO0Oo.
"How much longer do you expect your mistress to be, Mr. Crossland? My master is starting to feel a bit impatient, I am sorry to say." the butler also clad in black, but with slightly layered, jet hair and smiling red eyes, almost an inch taller than Alistair, said. He always had on a kind smile, but in the back of his mind, Alistair was weary of this particular character. He was not about to let harm come to Ms. Rowan.
"Not at all. She shouldn't be a moment longer, I'm sure." he turned away from the smiling black butler, and to the child in one of the velvet cushioned seats set our for mostly tea guests. It was made of a medium brown wood, the grain obvious and polished perfectly. The back and seat were cushioned with a deep red velvet. Along the arms were the same velvet on the top, but along the side were gorgeous glass gems, a dark sapphire in color.
The boy lounging in it had to be twelve or thirteen years old, with a lighter shade of black hair then his butler and Ms. Rowan, with a single, shockingly blue eye under his bangs. The other, right eye was covered by an eye patch. He was a short boy, with piercings in his ears and blue shorts and matching frock coat to seemingly highlight his eyes. On his thumb was a large ring with the bluest gem Alistair had ever seen in his entire life. The boy had his head propped up on his hand, which was rested against his elbow, resting on the table. He looked incredibly bored and, as his butler had mentioned, impatient.
"Is there anything I could get you, Master Phantomhive?" Alistair asked. The young boy looked at him, seemingly with one eye, while the other satay hidden from the world.
"Yes, your mistress." the young earl said in a monotone voice, devoid of any emotion except impatience.
"Please, be patient, young master." his butler the butler spoke kindly to his master, and Alistair was slightly surprised that a butler would dare talk down to his master like that.
"I have been patient for half an hour, Sebastian." the boy groaned in annoyance.
Alistair was about to speak when a voice from behind cut him off. He gladly swallowed his words whole when he heard it.
"And you shan't wait another moment, Lord Phantomhive." his mistress's voice filled the room, clear and proud. Alistair turned to face her, finding her in a knee length black, white and red dress. It was an odd design, the cropped sleeves a dark red, as well as the velvety top skirt. The skirt went to her knees and puffed out from there, the gauzy underskirts purposely visible under the black primary skirt. The part of the dress that went over her corset was stripped black and white with a thick, black ribbon tied around her waist. Her hair, instead of of it's normal low bun, was in curly ringlets pulled into a high pony tail.
"Ah, my young mistress. I see you have decided to join us?" Alistair bowed respectfully, his smirk played across his face. She nodded to him, and he stood up.
"Of course! I wouldn't miss a meeting with the Earl Phantomhive for anything." she smiled kindly at him.
Alistair's eyes wandered over to the young earl, seeing that he was now sitting up straight in the chair in front of his mistress.
"Yes, well, her majesty, the Queen has sent me here because she believes you may know where a specific something is." Lord Phantomhive said, crossing his arms, waiting for his butler to pull a piece of parchment from his coat pocket.
Ms. Rowan was quiet for a moment, thinking to herself. When the earl had the parchment in his hands, she snapped her fingers and a bright smile decorated her face.
"Ah ha!" she exclaimed. The Lord Phantomhive rose a single eyebrow in curiosity.
"Do you know what something he is talking about, m'lady?" Alistair asked. She shook her head.
"No, I was remembering who he is." she pointed proudly to the boy across from her, taking the seat opposite of him.
"Oh, and who might that be?" Alistair inquired. Ciel and his butler also seemed quite interested.
"This is Lord Ciel Phantomhive, the Earl of the Phantomhive estate," she started, but was cut off by the young master before she could continue.
"Yes, we are quite aware of that. It was announced when I gave your butler my name, was it not?" he said, glaring slightly at Alistair before his gaze returned to Ms. Rowan, a similar glare of annoyance staring back at her smiling face.
Alistair's smirk disappeared for a fraction of a second; he seemed quite rude and in too much of a hurry.
"It was, Lord Phantomhive. Now, would you kindly allow my mistress to speak?" Alistair's smirk returned, and it grew when he saw the slight surprise on the young lord's face, as if it was unheard of for a mere servant to speak to a noble that way.
"Of course. Please, continue m'lady." the boy's butler spoke for him, that kind smile not yet leaving his face.
"Thank you. Now, he is the Earl of Phantomhive and the Queen's loyal Guard Dog, as well as the master of the demon butler, Sebastian Michaelis." she concluded with a single nod, leaving the three other males in the golden painted room with their mouths hanging open in surprise.
Alistair pushed his specs further up the bridge of his nose, composing himself quickly.
"And you can be sure the butler is a demon, m'lady?" he questioned her, earning a twitch from her green-gray eye, then an ice cold glare.
"Are you doubting my abilities, Alistair?" she asked, her voice low and warning him to choose his words carefully.
"Never, mistress."
"That is what I thought." she nodded in satisfaction.
Ciel was the first to speak.
"How did you know?"
Upon hearing those words, a smirk-like grin crossed her face, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Did the Queen not tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Alistair could see that the young master was close to pounding the table in rage. He almost wanted to lough out loud at the thought of the boy having a tantrum like that. But, he doesn't dare get in anymore trouble with Ms. Rowan.
Standing up, Rowan swept her arms across the air.
"I am the High Witch of London, of course."
"Oh, I beg your pardon, m'lady." the butler, Sebastian, knelt down respectfully on one knee.
"What on Earth are you doing, Sebastian?" Ciel was quick to disapprove of his servant worshiping anyone else, it seemed, by the way he rolled his eye.
"Oh, it's quite alright, Sebastian. And to answer your question, Lord Phantomhive, I knew that your butler was not mortal by the energy he put out. It was very distinct and smelled terrible." Rowan scrunched up her nose, a disgusted look on her face. Sebastian smiled and bowed.
"Thank you, m'lady." he said, making Alistair raise in eyebrow in suspicion, but let it pass. He was a demon. The odd thing was not the demon, but how quiet the young master Ciel had gotten.
"Lord Phantomhive, is there a problem?" Rowan questioned' seeing the shock on the young lord's face.
"No, not at all," he said slowly, composing himself as soon as he saw that the other people in the room had noticed him. Ms. Rowan took her seat once more and nodded.
"Alright. Now, have you come here about the Fraxinus Aurum?" she asked, snapping her fingers once again. Alistair pulled out a piece of parchment mirroring the earl's own, handing it to his mistress, watching her unfold the perfect thirds.
"Yes. Do you have any idea what it is?" Ciel asked, mirroring Ms. Rowan's action of unfolding his letter. He didn't even pause when she asked, preferring to get straight to the business a head. Rowan shook her head, her curls flying in all different directions.
"I'm afraid not. All I know is that it's Latin. I cannot translate it for the life of me, I specialize in modern Germanic languages, not their ancestors." she sighed in mock defeat. She wouldn't feel defeated by Latin. It was a simple, practically dead language. She was the High Witch of London. She was much too proud to admit to defeat of anything. Her eyes sparkled, like a plan was coming together, when Sebastian started to speak.
"Ah, Fraxinus Aurum. It means Gold Ash, m'lady. Some say it is ash from the purest souls on this Earth, but no-one truly knows what it does, for it was never found after a fire in the sacred temple it was safe-kept in, millennium ago." he said, seemingly deep in thought, like he was trying to resurface old memories. Ms. Rowan gasped, he eyes going wide and shocked, he eyebrows disappearing under her jet bangs.
"Golden ash, you say?"
"Yes, m'lady."
"In old tales, it is said that a witch's ashes are gold," she explained, making the young lord Phantomhive lean in closer to the conversation.
"Do tell." he encouraged her.
"In the tales my grandmother used to tell my brother and I, witches were actually open about themselves and would help out the humans in their villages. When a witch died, they would not be buried like humans, they would be cremated. Humans had discovered that a witch's ash was not gray, but gold with their power. Villagers had tried to use the ash for their gain when they felt the power, but humans cannot handle their personal gain, but they also burned. The village elders had to lock the ash up in a sacred temple and witches were never to be burned again," she explained, earning a "hm" from Sebastian and an eye roll from Ciel, making Alistair frown.
"And do you know were the temple is, m'lady?" Ciel asked, sarcasm clear in his voice.
"No, but I could find it easily. It is what I am known for, you know. And will you please stop calling me 'm'lady'? It's quite annoying after hearing all your life. There is no need to use formalities, Ciel. We are partners in a case, I think we should be able to use names, am I correct?"
"You are, but I am afraid I was not told what your name is. I was figuring Sebastian would have said something, but I suppose he wanted you to introduce yourself." Ciel explained.
"Quite right, young master." Sebastian confirmed.
"But I would assume you are the Marchioness Havenston, seeing as this is the March of Havenston, and the Havenston estate?" Ciel was obviously guessing now, making Alistair's mistress giggle.
"I'm sorry to say your assumption is wrong. Allow me to properly introduce myself; I am Marchioness Rowan Ashcroft, mistress of the Havenston Manor and High Witch of London. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lord Phantomhive." Rowan held out her hand, waiting for the other to take it, smile adorning her face. Ciel smirked and shook her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine, Lady Ashcroft."
.oO0Oo.
Within three hours, Rowan had pinpointed the location of the Fraxinus Aurum, and was sitting on the cushioned seats of Ciel Phantomhive's carriage, using the time to speak with Ciel.
"Where did your demon go?" she asked the young lord, who was busying himself by staring out the window in utter boredom. Her voice made him sit up.
"Sebastian? Why worry about him, Rowan? He is a demon and can take care of himself." Ciel stated, rather coldly, almost as if he couldn't believe she was wasting her time by thinking about a mere butler.
"I am aware of that. I was only wondering why he was not riding in the carriage with us."
"It is nothing. He is merely staying outside of the carriage to make sure we do not get attacked on our way to the ash." he waved the subject away as if it was nothing. Rowan sighted, defeated.
They sat in silence for about an hour before something startled Rowan. She sat up and, somehow, Ciel noticed.
"What seems to be the problem, Rowan?" he asks. She thinks for a moment.
"I'm not sure. I want to say that someone else is looking for Fraxinus." she states slowly. This spikes the young earls interest.
"Are you sure?" he inquires.
"No," she starts, making Ciel groan. "But I have a feeling they are following us, and they are not friendly."
.oO0Oo.
"There," Rowan points with her right hand out of the window into a densely wooded area. Taking out a crystal from a velvet pouch she picked out of a pocket in the skirt of her dress, Ciel ordered the driver of his carriage to stop.
"Are you absolutly sure?" Ciel asked, very skeptical of the idea that the forest in front of them held the burnt remains of a witch.
"Of course I am. It is my job to find that which has been lost. I have found it. Now we must retreive it for the queen so that she may ispose of it." she said, slightly offended by the fact that her skills were being doubted.
Ciel only nodded in response and called for Sebastian, who came immediately.
"Yes, my Lord?" he said with his wolfish grin that Rowan did not instantly trust.
"We are to move in whichever direction Lady Rowan points us. She must be protected at all times, and that is an order Sebastian." Ciel said in a stern voice that Rowan almost found ammusing for a twelve year old boy, except the Earl Phantomhive seemed much older than his actual age.
"Of course, my young Lord."
Rowan looked around, then called for Alistair. He was a few seconds behind Sebastian's sudden appearance, which made Rowan slightly curious and slightly jealous.
"Yes, miss?"
"I would like for you to keep watch over Ciel's carriage. I had a feeling that we were being followed earlier and if they attack the carriage... just, don't let it happen. I want to find it in one piece when we return. Am I understood?" she ordered, her voice as commanding as Ciel's own. Alistair's golden eyes widened in mild surprise.
"But, misstress, I have to go." he retorted. Rowan sighed.
"I gave you an order, Alistair. You will do as I say." she said, her voice holding a dark undertone.
"Yes, miss." he finally gave up. Rowan wasn't surprised.
"Come, Ciel," she said, starting to walk in the direction her crystal, now swirling with the black mist of black magic. She heard him choke for a moment and then heard his footsteps behind her, his feet making a sickening squish each time he took a step.
They continued on for quite some time, the crystal sometimes pointing them in a slightly new direction. Though Ciel was having little trouble in the forest, Rowan was having not a single problem. She practically lived in the forest when her father was alive, learning about all of the energy that could be drawn from nature. But, she was still thankful that she wore a shorter dress, since a longer one would have gotten caught in the underbrush and trampled into the sporadic mud puddles that were the cause of the squishing that Rowan hated so much.
After some time of traveling in silence, Ciel spoke a up.
"Rowan,"
"Yes, Ciel?" she answered, not taking her eyes off the direction of the crystal in fear o fbreaking her concentration.
"That crystal, he started, sounding like he didn't know exactly what to say.
"What about it?"
"Is it the only way you can find the ashes? Has this whole trip been a hoax and it's really the crystal that can find things?" he asked. He sounded like he was simply curious about the subject, but Rowan could tell it was an accusation.
She stopped, the oddly shaped pieced of mineral in pointing in the direction they were supposed to be going.
"Do you really think that was an appropriate question, my Lord?" his butler asked, the grin still plastered on his face. Rowan frowned.
"Would you come here a moment, Ciel?" Rowan asked. Ciel raised a dark eye brown, but walked slowly over to the witch. She held out the crystal's silver chain to him. He hesitated, but took it in his hand. When it left Rowan's grasp, it instantly fell against his hand, the black mist that once swirled on the inside left and the crystal returned to its normal clear white. Ciel's blue eye widened slightly.
"The crystal is simply a medium that does not work without my magic, Ciel. I could navigate us to the ashes without the crystal But, it takes less energy to to use a medium, especially a crystal, which has energy of its own, since it is a mineral from the earth."
He looked at if suspiciously for a moment, then returned it. "Interesting," was all he said. Rowan nodded and returned to her search.
She took one stop before she stopped dead in her tracks.
"What is it now?" Ciel asked slightly annoyed.
"They're here." Rowan said, her voice as dark as when she spoke to Alistair earlier.
"Whom?" Ciel asked, but Sebastian was instantly alert.
"The blokes who were following us earlier... I can feel them. They are close Ciel." Rowan stated.
"Sebastian, prepare to be rid of these followers. Protect Lady Rowan and I."
"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian answered, kneeling on the muddy ground. Rowan, however, was busy readying for battle. She thought there would be one, since the accused seemed to be following them for the golden ash. She was a black magic user, after all. Her magic has a more powerful offense than white magic. She thought for a moment about where she was and what would be useful and take less energy. Then, it hit her.
She was in the forest, and the forest practically leaked elemental energy.
"Foc," she said, a flame appearing in her hand. As a High Witch, she chose her language for her spell-casting, and she chose Romanian, since her family traced back to early Dacian times, the Romania before Romania.
Rowan was almost too lost in her thoughts to notice Ciel yelling at her.
"Rowan! Behind you!"
She gasped, shocked. Turning, she put her hand out in from of her to attack, but she was too slow. Her attacker had her on the ground before she could cast. Her flame went out when her breath was knocked out of her lungs. The figure on top of her, clothed in all black, was choking her...
"Sebastian!" she heard Ciel yell. Suddenly, the weight on her midsection was gone. She could finally take a breath. She got off the ground quickly and looked over. Sebastian was holding the attacker against a tree with only one arm, the perpetrator struggling to free himself whilst Sebastian stood still, almost bored, like he was using no effort. Rowan still in awe for a moment, but was alert once more.
"Foc!" She said once more, a flame again appearing in her hand. Walking over to the black clad man, she held the magical fire deathly close to his face. Ciel started watching with his usual scowl, watching for any oncoming attackers.
"How many of you are there?" Rowan asked the man. He stayed silent. She noticed he was wearing a type of mask, but it almost seemed like it was part of him. It was eerie, a full black mask with a coat of arms where the mouth an nose would be, and only thin slits for the eyes. Rowan had wanted to take a closer look at the coat of arms; it seemed familiar, but Ciel was calling her name.
"Yes, Ciel?" she asked, not wanting to take her foc away from the enemy.
"Something was moving over there. I believe there are more." when he said this, she immediately turned to him and searched the forest for any sign of life, which was easy for a ghost whisperer, who could sense the dead.
"There is something out there," she confirmed. "Stay on your toes, Ciel. I don't think we get information from theses... things. It seems as though they cannot speak." she said, turning back to Sebastian's prey and studying it carefully. He had stopped struggling and was simply hanging, as if he was waiting for death.
"They are odd," she stated quietly, more to herself than anyone. Moving her hand toward its face, she cast as memory spell.
"Memorie," she whispered. Closing her eyes, she waited for the onslaught of images.
Nothing came.
She drew her hand back with a perplexed look on her face.
"It has no memories of anything." she told Sebastian.
"Fascinating," he replied. Rowan was not sure if he was aiming for sarcasm or not, but she payed no mind to it.
"Foc," her flame appeared. She moved it closer to the black creature's face, and it did not flinch.
"Rowan," Ciel sounded worried, but she ignored him. Her curiosity was too great not to do anything about. Touching the black mask, she watched it melt, but the creature under it did nothing to get away.
Removing her hand, she shook out the flame and turned to Sebastian.
"Dispose of it." she commanded.
"Of course." he said. Nodding, she walked back over to Ciel.
"Did you see something else Ciel?" she asked, then gasped. "Ciel?" she said, worried. He was nowhere in sight. "Ciel!"
"Over here!" she heard a voice and sighed in relief. Following his voice, she found him in from of ruins. Gray stone ruins.
"I've found something." he stated, crouching to the floor. Crouching along side him, Rowan peered into the small hole his pale hand was pointing at. Waving her hand over it, she gasped in astonished glee. A wave of power rushed through her. There was obviously a reason the Queen needed this out of the woods. These where the remains of a powerful witch form long ago, when the percentage of human blood in a witch's veins was lacking.
"This is it, Ciel." she whispered in ecstasy.
.oO0Oo.
When Rowan had locked the golden ashes in a vault in the catacombs under he manor, she could relax. The Queen had given them to Rowan to take care of, since they were of her race. Since Rowan couldn't destroy them, she resorted to locking it in the maze under her home for future reference.
She was still very edgy about the thing that had attacked the trio in the forest. It was so unsettling that it sat there, taking the pain as she melted the mask that it wore on its face. Her foc is hotter than normal fire since it was fueled by magic and energy from the earth itself, so the thing should have at least flinched.
It was then that Rowan had for got to look at the coat of arms carved into the mask.
"Oh, hell." she pouted. A knock on her door made her sit up. "Enter."
Alistair opened the door, still in his butler outfit.
"Yes, what is it Alistair?" she asked, trying to hide the slight annoyance in her voice. He had been coming to check on her almost every hour to apologize or to simply made sure she was okay. It was nice the first couple times, but he was simply annoying after around the fifth time.
"I'm here with messages from the Queen," he said, hanging his head and handing her a silver tray with pieces of parchment laying over the top of it. She sighed an took the letters.
"Dearest Rowan,
I thank you for the work you did in the forest today. I also want to thank you for introducing yourself to Lord Phantomhive, whom I consider a close friend, as you are.
Ciel has reported to me that you encountered an enemy in the forest. I fear that a something might happen, and I want you and Ciel to gather my other guards that are also like you and Ciel. Host a ball, perhaps. You must meet these people, for it could be the difference of the life and death of the people of England, if my hunch is correct. Here is the list of important attendees;
Duchess Aelena Haversham of La Greppia estate
Countess Avalyn Nightengale of Chichester estate
Earl Alois Trancy of the Trancy estate
Emil Estellise, Representative of the Trancy estate
I hope that my hunch is wrong and that you have a lovely time.
Yours Truly,
Queen Victoria of England"
After I finished reading the letter, I looked to Alistair with a smirk.
"What did it say, miss?" he asked.
"We are going to have a ball, Alistair."
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