Happy now mother?
Those were the words written in chalk that were scattered all around the small dim lit grey brick room. This was the beginning of everything. For the words were written three years ago…
Blood was painted on the wall in the narrow alleyway. No longer a smell, but no longer a meaning either. It could be mistaken for red paint, as it usually was. Two years it sat there, not wearing down, or being scrubbed off.
The words staring down at anyone who dared enter the feared alleyway,
Happy now mother?
The third sight where the mysterious phrase was written, took place at the home of her childhood. The Dutchess's most prized horse, lie dead in the grass. Nothing but a sword wound directly to the heart. In the trunks of every tree surrounding the manor, those taunting words.
Happy now mother?
Rose petals scattered the ground, from where they were cut off from their bushes. I believe you can come to guess the phrase they were laid to spell out.
The words seemed to be haunting the Lady Frances wherever she went. In blood, chalk, carvings, and rose petals. The last time it was written was when she finally lost it though.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Ciel Phantomhive
and
Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford
September 13th, 1885
On the back were the words written, in raven black ink, HAPPY NOW MOTHER?
Francis Midford was taken into custody of a mental institution on September 13th, 1885. Exactly four years after the Lady Elizabeth died.
Four years after the Lady Elizabeth died, by her hands.
Some could call it a moment of weakness. Some could call it a slip of the sword. Rage, revenge, frustration, accident.
But the last words the mother said to her daughter happened to be, "You're a disappointment. You're not good at swords, and now you have no point. Why did we have you if you can't marry into wealth?! Why can't you just make me happy?!"
Silently from the corner, stood a shadow. Watching the scene take place with red eyes. He kept a cold emotionless mask as they dragged the woman from the house.
He was older now. Stood nearly at six three. He still wore the same eye patch, but his other eye sent a glare to his once aunt.
This was for Lizzy.
He said he'd protect her at least. No matter what happens…
"It wasn't her fault you know…" he looked back at the voice that brought him away from the moment.
"It wasn't your fault either." He turned back, not leaving room for discussion.
"You didn't have to…" He turned back to his fiancé with unwavering eyes. She stood taller too, at least five feet eight inches.
"She was not right in the head. She needed to be put away. Murdering her daughter and faking a note that she ran away. She snapped, and was no longer sane."
She stared at him with tears blurring her vision. "But I didn't die…"
"Yes you did. You are no longer alive. Remember that."
"… I just want to go Ciel." She straightened and turned away from him, walking silently through the shadows.
"As you wish, Lady Phantomhive."