I had just been hired in the Phantomhive manor. It was my first day at work, for the baby had just been born this morning.
"Camilla," Lord Phantomhive called.
"Yes, my Lord?" I answered instantaneously pausing my tidying of the nursery.
"I thought you would like to meet the new little Phantomhive," he walked in holding a little bundle.
"Oh yes of course," I smiled and hurried to peek at the baby.
"He's sleeping now, and I have a meeting to attend. You must take care of him."
"Of course, my Lord. Is he named yet?"
"Ciel, his name is Ciel."
"A fine name," I smiled he put the warm little bundle in my arms. This was all so familiar, had it only been weeks ago my baby was handed to me? No, it wasn't the same, this little bundle was warm. He was handsome too, every bit as handsome as his father. Ciel did not stir in his sleep he only breathed deeply smiling occasionally. It is said that when babies smile in their sleep it means the angels are in their dreams, I hope that's true. Every baby deserves happy slumber. For what ever reason Lady Phantomhive was not nursing her child, so I had been hired to do so. Vincent considered it a charity to my family, to employ the illegitimate daughter after her marriage fell apart. He was right, it was a charity, but we had known each other for a while. I was there when his toy company was just a crack pot dream, and I was there before he was the queen's guard dog.
Of course there was more than one reason why Vincent hired me. I am not normal nor have I ever been. My father really should have been more careful of who he laid with.
It's short, I know, but consider it a prologue.
-Empress