I stumbled into the dark, moist alleyway behind a tavern. The uniformed men walked past, not even glancing in my direction. I sighed and sat down, wincing at my swollen ankle. About a week ago I broke it running from an angry baker. I may have broken my ankle, but at least I got a fresh loaf of bread out of it.

I sat down in the dry-rotted old crate I called home and ate the last of that loaf. I don't know how long I had been on the run. Months at least. I wasn't interested in keeping track, only in getting farther away from that awful place… I shuddered as painful memories were brought to the surface of my mind. I would sooner die here in London than return to the hellhole that I once called my life.

Evening was beginning to set over London. The crowds began thinning out, people returning to their hot meals and comfortable beds. I couldn't help but chuckle. People so used to comforts such as those wouldn't last a week out here. I looked down at a puddle beside me. I once looked like them, the nobles who walked around in beautiful clothes and makeup. Now not even my own father would recognize me. Big blue eyes peeked out from underneath wild brown hair. My normally milky white skin was so covered in dirt, I could easily be mistaken for an Ethiopian. And my hands were beginning to callous from living on the streets for so long.

I was so lost in my musings, I didn't notice the shadow fall over me, or the large boots that had stepped in front of me. I looked up to see a large, cruel-looking man leering down at me, and he didn't seem to be here to give spare change.

"Well, lookie what we got here, eh? A lil' lady all on her own."

My eyes widened and I tried to run despite my ankle, but he grabbed me and shoved me against the wall. He reeked of alcohol and cheap cigars.

"Help! Help someo-" I was cut off rather painfully by a hand gripping my neck. Tears spilled down my cheeks as he leered down at me. "We're gonna have some fun."

Around the same time, the Earl Phantomhive was riding in his carriage. They stopped as a group of pedestrians crossed the street. Ciel glanced over and noticed a man trying to take a street urchin by force. He frowned. "Disgusting." He turned to his butler, Sebastian Michaelis.
"Sebastian. Dispose of that vermin."

The butler looked up and saw the man. "Yes my lord." He got down from the carriage and walked over, lifting the man from the ground, causing him to drop the girl.

"My, my, what do we have here? A filthy dog trying to pick on a little kitten?" Sebastian grinned and his eyes glowed as he slammed the man into the wall of the tavern. The man's skull was instantly cracked and he fell to the ground dead.

The girl clung to the opposite wall, gasping for breath and staring up at her savior. The butler looked up as the carriage door opened. Ciel had gotten down from his carriage and strode over to the scene. He knelt beside the girl. "Are you alright?"

She looked up at him. "Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive!" When she realized he didn't recognize her she brushed her hair from her face and wiped some of the dirt away. "It's me!"

His eyes widened. "Rosa? What the hell are you doing here, I thought you were dead!"

Sebastian watched as the earl acted so familiar with this random street urchin. "My lord, do you know this girl?"

The boy nodded. "Yes. This is Rosemary Savoy, the princess of Italy. The one that's been missing for months."

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