One
The journey, the path of life has so many twists and tunes a head, obstacles. And you don't even know where the hell you are going in the first place, a pointless path. Curiosity killed the cat, they say.
Victoria Amelia Ravensong was born on a stormy night of December 21st, 1874. Her mother, Alice Ravensong, died that very hour of her berth. Thirteen years later her father committed several murders and was hung.
Victoria was sentenced to live with her grandmother and grandfather, which she hasn't seen in five years. She was astonished to find out that her grandfather was Earl Rogerson. Victoria Amelia Ravensong was now a noble.
The carriage swayed under Victoria's body. She swallowed hard, hoping it would get rid of the nausea in her stomach. Nope. Victoria glanced at the woman with blond hair and large, honest, blue eyes that shifted to her gaze. "Is something the mater, Madam?" Madam? Wow. I've never been called that before… Victoria thought. She sighed. "Nothing. Just a bit flustered."
When Victoria wasn't a noble, when she felt closed in, she would go into a near-by woods and cut open the stomachs of dead animals and examine their insides. She found death interesting. She liked to find the cause of death for things. Most of them, however, where just eaten alive from a larger predator. But she couldn't do that anymore, since she will become under constant pressure to become a "proper lady"... Whatever that means.
The carriage came to a halt in front of a large white mansion. The woman that was in the carriage with the new noble took Victoria's bags and carefully laid them on the ground. "My name is Sara; I am your own personal servant. It is an honor to meet your acquaintance." She bowed politely and brought the bags inside. Victoria followed closely behind.
As soon as she stepped inside of the old mansion, she was practically tackled by an old woman that shared some resemblance to Victoria. As soon as her grandmother pulled back from the hug, she gasped "Oh my, child! What in blazes happened to your hair?" She studied Victoria's appearance. "You don't like it?"
She smoothed her short dark brown hair. "It's so short! Are you a boy or a young lady?" She asked sarcastically. "I...cut it myself..."
Victoria said quietly. Of course they couldn't hear. They couldn't hear it if she shouted it across the room. "Oh! Victoria, we are invited to a ball this evening at the Phantomhive mansion." Victoria blinked in surprise.
Ciel Phantomhive. The queen's "dog". Victoria helped him in the investigation with her father a while back... She had no idea it was her father, until she found out... "Why is Earl Phantomhive inviting us to his party?" Her grandmother giggled. "The Rogerson family and the Phantomhive family have been allies for many years! When your father ran away with you, they chose a runner up."
"Runner up? Runner up for what?" the old woman giggled again.
"You where to marry Ciel Phantomhive." Victoria's eyes widened. "I-I thought he was engaged to uh... What's her name...? Eliza?" The grandmother smiled. "That is why your going to the party, since you are now a noble, richer and more familiar with the Phantomhive's, Ciel is going to choose who to marry, You or Lady Elizabeth." Rage filled Victoria's eyes. She didn't want to marry somebody just because of money. "Which one is my room?"
"Second door to the left, dear."
