Ciel awoke with a grunt as the light hit him full in the face. He was aware of two things at the moment: One, he heard Sebastian's voice, but was still too groggy to make out what he was saying. Two, he was still sweating from the fresh nightmare he had been having of his parents' death moments. Still in that moment where the dream felt more real than reality, he wiped the sleep from his eyes, breathing in deeply, Sebastian's words coming to him more sharply. "...abeth wanted to remind you that since she is the one who left you, she is going to keep the ring."
Ciel groaned and sat up. "Honestly, Sebastian, can you shut up about her for a second? I'm still waking up." He rested his face in his palms. 'Honestly,' He thought to himself, 'at twelve years old I shouldn't be worrying about breaking up with my fiancée, who incidentally I did not pick.' Sebastian noticed his young master's attitude, and smiled a bit to himself. As if the smile never existed, however, his maroon eyes flashed as he settled the tray of breakfast scones and tea in front of the Earl Phantomhive. "I do apologize, my lord. However, as butler to the Phantomhive estate, if I could not follow direct orders to relay this message to as soon as possible, what kind of butler would I be?"
Ciel rolled his eyes and took small bites out of his scones, taking a sip of tea every now and then. "Well, what is my schedule like for today?" Ciel's tone was sharp, business like as soon as he had fully awakened. Sebastian whisked the tray off of the bed and onto a cart, which on a lower shelf had freshly pressed clothing of the finest material. Of course, this was the least a young nobleman could do to live up to his name as one of the queens personal associates. As he divested Ciel of his nightshirt and began clothing him with his proper business suit, placed his sapphire family ring on his thumb, and tied Ciel's signature eyepatch over Ciel's right eye, he replied calmly and with much composure, "Today, the queen has assigned you to take over the Malory Scandal issue she's been dealing with." Ciel nodded slowly, taking this in. "Well it's about time. She's been letting Scotland Yard have too much jurisdiction over the case, and even so, they still have made unsatisfactory advances in the case." Ciel chuckled a bit arrogantly to himself, "And to think a mere 'child' such as myself will be able to solve this case singlehandedly when a group of grown men weren't able to even catch the traitor when he was right under their noses."
As Ciel grinned to himself, Sebastian sighed as he finished tying the second shoe Ciel was to wear. He knew Ciel was going to simply order him to solve the case for Ciel, instead of Ciel trying to do it himself. Then he remembered part of the message the queen had sent, and, smiling brightly he said, "Young Master, you won't be taking over this case entirely. You'll be working with someone of the same branch of work, also under the Queen's orders, and she is almost exactly your age. The queen wishes for you two to figure this out and end it together." Ciel groaned in displeasure and asked, "Another person from another organization? Honestly, sometimes I think the queen does this on purpose. Either that or she's really thick. Doesn't she know I hate working with other people?" Shaking his head at his queen's foolishness, as he looked himself over to make sure he looked presentable, he asked, "Who and what are these people, anyways, Sebastian?"
Sebastian was stepping towards the door, and rested his hand on the handle of the door. With the same bright, and slightly dark smile (he was ecstatic to see his master having to struggle), he responded softly, "You'll be working with Integra Hellsing, of the Hellsing Organization." With that, he walked out of the room to commence his chores, leaving a disgruntled Ciel in the room alone.