The warm rays of the morning sun peeked through the narrow slit of the thin curtain, reaching the closed eyes of the Phantomhive butler…or should be the Phantomhive butler.
"So bright," groaned the man and started stretching and opened his eyes. Instead of the four-poster bed in his grand bedroom, he found himself on his butler's sheets in his humble butler room, dressed in white nightclothes.
"Sebastian!" He shouted in a voice much lower than his own.
After a few moments, the door opened revealing a very flustered Ciel Phantomhive… or should be Ciel Phantomhive.
