The sun rose in the sky, slowly making its way up in a significant speed that seemed to make it go on forever. Birds awoke from trees and hedges in the detailed garden, stretching their wings and vocals, chirping into crisp air. As usual, it was a typical morning at the Phantomhive Manor.
"Wake up, young master," a voice sounded behind the peacefully sleeping Phantomhive. "Hnn..." Ciel responded, his eye openning half way, turning his head. Curtains openned on the window, leaving blinding light drench the room in shades of bright tints. "Good morning, young master." Sebastian turned with a gentle, wise smile set on his face. The young noble drew his hand to his eye, rubbing the sleepiness away. "Did I get any news?" He asked, looking up to the butler. "Yes, my lord. I have been given right to inform you that there is an up-coming ball at the Trancy estate," He said, holding out a letter closed with a seal. Reaching a hand, Ciel took the envelope, a grim expression set in his eye. He wasn't one for Trancy's paegant balls, nor dancing. Knowing Alois, he held suspicions on what would occurr at the ball. "Do you not wish to go, my lord?" Sebastian said, obviously reading his emotions. Pausing for a bit, Ciel looked at him, his blue eye meeting the butler's red eyes. "Write out a letter and say I will not be able to make it due to coming down with an illness." The boy said, plainly. Sebastian, although, was already to work on getting him dressed - his Gentle, elegant, long fingers buttoned up his under shirt, getting to work on this bow. He put on his coat and slid on his shoes; then standing up with a bow. "Yes, my lord. I will send out a letter right away." With that, he exitted the door.
