It was clear as day in Ciel's head, on the phone, the distinct voice of the Queen herself, a rare occurrence, normally him getting word from a servant of the royal household.
"I am going to call on your assistance Earl Phantomhive.. My.. closest friend has passed. She has orphaned a young girl, she can be.. a bit of a bother sometimes, and I will not have her stay at the palace.. I am leaving her in your care until the arrangements are made for her to take her mother's place in the high court. She is not ready now, I want you to make sure that she is, and soon."
The Majesty of course was not to be questioned, and days later, a young woman arrived in a fanciful carriage, though she wasn't what was to be expected. Of course she was dressed all in black, for the mourning of her family, though she was WELL dressed, wearing a formal dress of course, a black lacey dress that went to her ankles, and had a wide neck and short sleeves, though where there should be exposed skin, there was black tulle, covering her arms down to her black satin gloves, and to a choker like necklace. She had long brown hair, her bangs cut even, though the rest was layered, she wore a hat, nothing big, but it contained a veil that cut diagonally across her eyes only, usually a mourners veil covered their whole face. She stepped out of the carriage as the Phantomhive household was there outside to greet her, Ciel in front, Sebastian off to the side, with the housekeep in line behind him.
Mey-Rin eeped a little whispering to the others, "What a gorgeous lady! She's a bloody angel, wot, would you look at 'at face?" She whisper yelled at the other servants in line. Baldroy couldn't help a chuckle, "I'd much rather be lookin' at that waist, and she ain't god a bad pair o-" Finny just blushed a bright red shushing them quietly, all nervous just smiled off to the side, "Ho, ho." he half commented in his usual manner. Ciel, having to greet her formally of course stepped forward to help her out of the carriage but he was swiftly cut off by the carriage driver offering the girl his hand and helped her step out of the carriage. "Earl Ciel Phantomhive.."
He bowed properly to him, "This is lady Tesla Judias, the Grand Duchess of Blackburn. I'm glad to have delivered her safely to you, I will return when the time comes to return her to her formal seat." he bowed again, him clearly just wanting to get out of there, almost spooked it seemed, quickly getting back to the drivers seat and riding away, leaving the girl with Ciel on the steps of his mansion. The girl looked to him, and a chill ran through the boy's core. Her eyes were a deep blood red, no mistaking, Ciel of course having seen his share of demonic eyes, he could recognize them in an instant, though this seemed just a bit off.
Her pupil not split like Sebastian's when given an order, still round, somehow able to retain her innocence. Though as he walked her up to the manor, it became apparent to him that no one else thought anything strange of her eyes. The young Earl probably thought that they were either too stupid to notice, or the veil was enough to distract them at a distance. The girl seemed withdrawn, and of course it was proper for her to lead her inside by the hand, him able to feel her trembling under the satin gloves and once they stopped she, as politely as she could quickly withdrew her hand, "I am sorry to be such a burden on you and your house, I won't cause trouble." she said in a soft almost timid voice.
Ciel Of course just made a small face trying to be polite to her but that was mostly unlike his normal persona at his own mansion. "Let's hope not...if The Queen says that I have to help then nothing can be done about it...My Butler will show you to your quarters." sighing as the Earl made his way up the huge stairway. Sebastian gave the lady a small bow 'Please forgive my master m'lady...he Doesn't take to guest at first...now If you'd like I will show you to your chamber" offering her an arm like a proper gentleman that he was.
She blinked and nodded seeming more intimidated by him offering his arm to her, though taking it, holding onto it featherlightly, him as well could see the oddity in her eyes, though the other's couldn't. The butler could feel her hand and arm tremble, her trying to keep a straight face, but Sebastian, being a demon could nearly SMELL fear on a person, and her obviously terrified.
"There is no need to be afraid Lady Tesla,here at the Phantomhive estate your in the best of company" He said with a polite smile rather amused by her fear and strange eyes. The demon butler lead her through the mansion to the room the earl had assigned for her, him opening the door for her of course. "Here we are M'lady, is there anything I can do to make you more at home here?" Opening the curtains to the room letting the light shine in.
She just seemed to tensed up at his words, "I am sorry, I just don't want to cause anymore trouble." she said softly as she slowly stepped through the door, eagerly taking her hand back, not liking to touch other people, of course with good reason. She looked to him softly as he offered to help her feel at home, before shaking her head softly, "Like I had said, I don't want to be a burden, I will be fine, thank you very much." she gave him a short curtsy/bow of course picking up her bag to things that Sebastian had brought for her and going to unpack, seeming very fine being alone.
She was very odd in the way she acted. Though Sebastian would likely be the only one to know. The only skin that she ever truly showed was her face, never, ever seen without gloves, either a long sleeve dress or blouse or long gloves that went into the sleeves of whatever she was wearing. She rarely came out of her room, as much as Mey-Rin and others tried numberous times to offer her entertainment, or come outside to see the garden, etc, etc. She literally only came out of her room to eat, since her bedroom had it's own bathroom attached, that was all she needed, staying alone in the room she was given. Though, it was not as if the earl minded, clearly it meant that she wasn't going to be as troublesome as he thought she was, actually coming to like her, for the simple reason of not being a bother, like everyone else around him was.