Hello, I have a new story! It's about Ciel getting a new tutor who can actually do her job hence the name. She gives the manor a feminine touch.
Rosalie finally arrived to her destination after a few hours in a coach. It was a long and tiresome ride from central London to the countryside, not to mention expensive. She paid the driver as he bid her farewell and good luck with her interview. She inhaled deeply, picked up her luggage and made her way to the large manor. She took in her surroundings and was actually quite impressed. Beautiful lush green gardens with trees of all shapes and forms, flowers in their bundles adding colour to the world around them, a white stone fountain without a speck of grime on it and birds bathing in the water, chirping happily. It was such an exquisite place to live and hopefully her new home. Rosalie kept to the path to the front door when she heard whistling. She searched for the sound of the noise and spotted a young boy with strawberry blond hair, similar to her own, under a wide brim straw hat. He was happily whistling a tune as he sprayed the plants with herbicide.
Must be the gardener, she thought. He looks a lot like Thomas. Rosalie smiled as she remembered her late younger brother. She watched the young boy turn to tend to another section of the garden when she noticed the barrel on his back was open and chemicals were spilling everywhere.
He's going to kill the whole garden.
"Excuse me, sir," she called out. "Your barrel is open." But the boy couldn't hear her and continued tending, or as Rosalie thought, murdering the garden. She hoped nothing worse could come of it as she approached the large wooden doors. She lifted the iron knocker and tapped it hard against the wood three times. She took a step back and straightened herself out. She smoothed out her navy pinafore and white coat, adjusted her blonde hair so it fell onto her shoulders and securely tied her scarf around her neck. Rosalie twisted the silver ring with a small diamond on her finger. She always did that when she was anxious.
Okay, Rosy, she thought. This is your new life. No more being sharp tongued or feisty. Keep your opinions to yourself and speak only when spoken to. You have a master now, so I must behave. Don't over analyse things or you will create more problems. Don't be tom boyish. You are a lady; hence you must act as one. No climbing trees, running around, playing games, whatever. You are sixteen, so act like it. She heard someone begin to open the front door and a small crack appeared. She stood up straight, put on her best welcoming smile and waited to be spoken to. Hopefully Mr. Undertaker was right about this job...
The morning has been very productive for Sebastian Michealis. By productive he meant that Baldroy has in kitchen cooking, which roughly involved blackened walls and even more blackened food. Mei Rin was in charge of the china and the chances of the remaining china staying in its original state are getting slimmer as time passes. He was hoping that Finnian had used the correct amount of herbicide so that the gardens didn't look like a waste land but from the horrendous and no doubt toxic stench in the air the garden was as good as gone. Ciel wasn't much help either, the annoying brat. Telling him now that they are expecting a very important guest this evening and the house is in shambles. Sometimes he wondered why he every made the contract, and such a strong one at that. But this job did have its advantages. Humans were hilarious creatures to watch with their petty struggles in life. He smiled to himself as he rolled up his sleeves and decided on what to do first. He'd go sort out the garden since it is what gives people a first impression. Sebastian was about to make his way to the back when her heard knocking on the door.
Who could be here at an hour like this? He thought, hoping it wasn't tonight's guest. He opened the large wooden doors, letting the morning light in.
"Hello?" he asked. Sebastian looked down and noticed a young lady in front of him. There was a curious aura surrounding her. She was wearing a simple navy dress with black boots, a white fleece coat and a white scarf wrapped around her neck. The girl was much smaller than any girl he had ever seen. She was thin but not poverty thin, a healthy thin that suited her. She had bright blue eyes but with a hint of emerald green, which he found strange in humans. Her hair, which was a strawberry blond that passed her shoulders and curled at the ends, framed a pale face with her cheeks pink from the morning cold. His sight dropped to her hands as her slender fingers played with a diamond ring.
Is she engaged? Then why is she here?
She gave a small smile and blushed, increasing the pink colour on her cheeks. The girl completely avoided his gaze. Sebastian resisted the rising urge to roll his eyes. All women acted the same around him, flirtatious and playful, like he was some toy.
"Who may you be and what is your business here at the Phantomhive estate?" he asked as politely as he could.
"Oh," she piped up. "I am here for the tutoring job for the young Earl Phantomhive. My name is Rosalie Avalon-" Elliott was her surname but Rosalie thought it was best not to say it.
"Rosalie Avalon..." Sebastian expected more, seeing as she stopped abruptly.
"Yes, that's it." She smiled up at him, her blush reducing. Sebastian ushered her inside so she picked up her luggage to follow him.
"Here, let me carry that," he insisted and offered his hand to take the two suitcases off her.
"It's okay. I can hold them." Her hands gripped tighter on the handles.
"No, I insist. They look heavy." He extended his hand out and tried to tug the case out of Rosalie's hand. "Your journey must have been long and tiring." He gave her his famous closed eye smile which usually made women melt at his feet. Usually...
"Freaking hell, I'm not some dumb bitch of a princess who needs guys to hold her things because she is too weak and fragile to use her freaking hands! There are some people in this world who don't have luxuries like hands!" As soon as that left her mouth, Sebastian let go of her case. So did Rosalie. She dropped the two suitcases as she clasped her hand over her mouth, blushing.
What happened to not being freaking feisty and saying my stupid opinions? "I'm sorry, Mr..."
"Sebastian Michealis."
"Mr. Sebastian, I have a nasty habit of saying my opinions unedited. I apologise." She played with the ring and looked at her boots like they were the most fascinating things in the universe. Sebastian smirked and picked up her two suitcases.
"Ms. Rosalie-"
"Call me Rosy."
"I actually appreciate you have an opinion because most women I meet just like to blend with the background and follow a figure like sheep. You have a rare quality." He began to walk up the stairs, with Rosy in toe. "The young master is in the library." She kept a small distance behind Sebastian. She wasn't sure but there was something about this butler. He looked like him but his manner was different.
Could he be... no, it's impossible.
"Ms. Rosalie,"
"Rosy..."
"I prefer Ms. Rosalie. It shows much more respect, don't you think?" Rosy grumbled at his calm and level headed attitude. "Now, the reason I called your name was to ask why you are so cautious around me."
"We just met. What gives you that idea?"
"That the fact you are a metre behind me and you keep giving me peculiar looks." She stopped and faced the girl. Rosy completely avoided his gaze and looked down the banister.
"You remind me of someone, that's all."
"Friend or foe?" he smiled.
"None of your business," she spat. Her eyes widened as she realised what she said. "Sorry," she blushed. Sebastian found her attitude amusing and the way her face kept going red was highly entertaining. He could do this for hours on end.
"With an attitude like that, you chances of getting this job are getting smaller and smaller."
"I'll try better," she mumbled, annoyance creeping on her face.
"Now that's how a young lady should act." Sebastian smiled and continued to walk her to the library to meet her new employer, Ciel Phantomhive. He ignored the sardonic imitation Rosalie did of him behind his back.
Ciel was sitting in the library gazing out of the window. His desk had papers sprawled across it and his mind was filled with thought. This evening his uncle, Clause, was coming for dinner to give him something. He checked his watch; it should be morning tea soon. Before he even thought of calling for Sebastian, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he drawled. Sebastian entered the room, in good spirits as usual. In front of him was a blonde girl, looking very irritated. "Who's this?"
"This, young master, is Ms. Rosalie Avalon."
"Rosy," she hissed at Sebastian but he ignored her.
"She is here for the tutoring job." Rosalie curtsied and smiled.
"Where did you hear about this job? I haven't even advertised it."
"Mr. Undertaker told me about it. He spoke of you like he knew, sir." You're doing well, Rosy!
"How do you know the Undertaker?"
"I met him while I was in London and asked for a job. He told me that no one liked to come in between him and his friends so told me about this."
It isn't like the Undertaker to talk about me like that. "So you don't know him well?"
"On the contrary, sir. He is an acquaintance of mine." Rosy was getting frustrated at this child's constant questions.
He looks freaking 12. I'm four years older that this little shit and he thinks he could interrogate him like that. She desperately wanted to show this kid his place, even if he was a Phantomhive. Neither names nor ranks meant anything in Rosy's eyes. I can't do that. This kid may be my future boss.
"So," he drawled in a voice of extreme boredom. "What skills do you have?"
"Well, I can play the piano but an a tad bit rusty on the violin." She refrained from playing with her ring as it seemed unprofessional.
"That's all?"
He is a little pain... "No, sir. I can also hunt, but I tend not to, fence and swordplay, horse ride, dance, and I have knowledge of the globe, arithmetic, and literature-"
"What books have you read?"
Having the nerve to interrupt me... "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Dracula, Edgar Allan Poe, novels of supernatural things really."
"Hmm..." Ciel placed his chin underneath the back of his hands. "Okay" After a few minutes of silence, Ciel stood up and made his way to Rosalie. She was actually surprised by his height, a lot shorter than she expected. He signalled for her and Sebastian to follow him down the corridor to the second door on the left. The three entered into a magnificently decorated music room with instruments of all sorts. He pointed at the grand piano.
"Play," the young boy commanded.
"Okay, what would you like to hear?"
"I don't particularly mind, something of Mozart's, if you want." He sat on a chair and Sebastian lingered in the doorway, his gaze never leaving Rosalie. She wasn't one to get nervous but having these two stare down on her she now deemed the ideology possible. She took a deep breath and started to play a piece that one of her many teachers taught her, couldn't recall which one. She and her two brothers, Edmund and Thomas, had gone through more teachers than anything else or seemed possible. She and Ed always took it too far, and even though he was the youngest, Thomas was the voice of reason. The three siblings would do anything and everything in their power to annoy their teachers but after the death of Thomas, Edmund and Rosalie stopped their childish behaviours, in his respect. She finished the symphony and waited for someone to say something.
"Good," Ciel praised her, giving Rosalie a sense of satisfaction. "You said you could hunt and fence?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's strange for a girl."
"I was raised in a male dominated household, my Lord. It was my father, two brothers and I and my aunt said she didn't want a sissy weak niece."
"Really? What happened to your mother?"
"She died from an infection when I was five." It didn't hurt her to say this as it used to.
"I apologise for bringing that up." Ciel surprised Rosalie by looking genuinely sorry. He adjusted his eye patch and eyed Rosalie. "You said you can dance, yes?" She nodded. He turned to the black clad butler. "Sebastian."
"Yes, my Lord?" He gestured his head towards Rosalie, who wasn't getting this conversation. Sebastian walked up to the piano and stuck out his gloved hand. Rosalie gave it a suspicious look before finally taking it, to help herself up.
"Now, dance." Ciel said from his corner, monotonously. Rosalie was taken aback. She let go of Sebastian's hand and stepped back.
"I can't do that." She didn't like this idea.
"I thought you could dance." Ciel tapped his foot impatiently and narrowed his eye. He sighed and spoke again, "If you don't want the job..."
Stupid little bastard may wake up with two eye patches. If he knew who I am, he'd think twice before saying anything... I need sort out my anger issues.
"That's fine," she smiled as she placed her left hand on Sebastian's shoulder and her right into his hand. He was unusually tall and she had to stretch a bit to hold on securely, which was far from any comfort. "But what will be of the music?"
"Improvise," the boy drawled and sat in a chair to observe. Rosalie inwardly grumbled as she straightened herself up preparing to dance. She closed her eyes and imagined the music playing in her mind as she waited for Sebastian to lead. But he wasn't.
"You need to relax." His voice was soft and his breath was warm. Rosalie opened her eyes and saw his face only centimetres away from hers. She never was fond of strangers, especially male ones. If she could recall, she had only danced with only one man who was not part of her family. In that case, it was different.
Arthur wasn't strange, far from it. "I am relaxed," she muttered through gritted teeth.
"Your body says otherwise." Sebastian was a nuisance in Rosalie's eyes and she didn't like the way his hand was on the small of her back.
"Fine," she muttered and de-tensed her body.
"You adapt rather quickly." She glared at his smiling face and followed his lead. As much as she didn't like the butler, he was a surprisingly good dancer, like he was at it for years. Rosalie stopped when she felt Sebastian slowing down. He let go of her and bowed. Surprised at first as to why he was bowing, but quickly followed it up with a curtsey.
"Seems like you are very accomplished," Ciel began, making Rosalie resist the urge to roll her eyes. "You start tomorrow afternoon. We'll test your other skills in the morning."
"What..."
"I said you get the job. Sebastian will take you to your room." The young boy left the room and Sebastian following him, returning with Rosalie's bags. When he returned, she was in the exact same position, shock etched on her face.
"Come along, Ms. Rosalie," the butler smiled.
"I got the job..." she muttered.
"Indeed you did. I should thank you for lifting this weight off of my shoulders." She followed him out of the music room and through the winding corridors.
"Were you the tutor for Lord Ciel before?" she asked out of plain curiosity.
"Yes, I generally do most of the work around the manor," he sighed as he turned a corner.
"But I saw a gardener outside before coming in. He was... actually, killing the garden. What's the point of having useless staff?"
"I believe you are talking about Finnian. He is the manor's gardener. He has a tendency to kill all the plants but he does have his uses." Rosalie was curious about the blonde boy's 'uses' but didn't ask in slight fear.
"Is there anyone else?" she asked instead.
"There is Baldroy, the chef, Mei Rin, the maid and Tanaka. He was the butler of Master Ciel's father, Vincent Phantomhive."
"Where are the kid's parents?" Sebastian shot her a look. "Sorry, the master's parents?"
"They died in a fire several years ago."
"Oh," was all Rosalie could say. So he understands me. "Wait, Phantomhive..?" Sebastian opened a door.
"We're here. You will be sharing a room with Mei Rin." He placed her bag at the foot of one of the beds.
"Why is that name so familiar?"
"What name is that, Ms. Rosalie?"
"Phantomhive, it's like I know it."
"That's because the Phantomhive's are the Queen's guard dogs and highly regarded in the noble community. They also own the Funtom Company too." She nodded as if to agree but something else was bugging her. "Well, I'll leave you to settle in. You could explore the manor if you like but be aware that we are expecting an important guest this evening and it is expected for you to be there as the new member of the Phantomhive estate." He smiled, bowed and left Rosalie to unpack. She couldn't believe she got the job. She took of her coat and scarf and organised her things. After she arranged her belongings, Rosalie left the room to explore the large manor and her new home. It was very different to any other place she has been. Multiple rooms and corridors around her, she was certain that some were repeating... or was it a trick of the light? She finally found herself downstairs in front of the doors she entered from. She walked through another pair of doors and found a maid balancing on a chair trying to get down a range of intricate glassware. Problem was she was highly unstable and before Rosalie could think, let alone do anything, she fell.
"Look out!" Rosalie ran to help the maid but Sebastian (who she was certain wasn't in the room to begin with) was already below her and saved her from falling. The same thing couldn't be said about the china as it shattered on the floor.
"Mei Rin," the butler sighed. "How many times have I told you to be careful when handling the china?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sebastian. Yes, I am," she mumbled blushing. Rosalie smiled to herself at the maid's awkwardness. Sebastian got up and left, saying something about attending to the garden as 'Finny' was destroying it. Rosalie walked up to the red headed maid.
"Who are you?" she asked, getting up.
"I'm Rosalie but you can call me Rosy. I am Ciel's new tutor." She stuck out hand for her to shake.
"Oh, wow! Did the master get a new tutor? Oh, that is interesting, yes it is. I'm Mei Rin, the maid." Mei Rin accepted Rosalie's hand and smiled.
"Would you like me to help you prepare for tonight's guest? I have nothing to do."
"That would be wonderful, Rosy. But that was the last of the china." They both looked at the shards on the floor.
"Don't worry, Mei," Rosalie grinned, rolling up her sleeves. "We'll figure something out." She was just about to think of something when the two girls heard a large explosions and maniac laughter.
"Oh dear, oh dear. Bard's done it again," Mei Rin muttered as she left the room. Rosalie followed.
"Who's Bard?" she asked.
"His full name is Baldroy and he's the cook but thinks that cooking is an art and best if you explode everything. Sebastian won't be happy about this, no he won't." They walked briskly towards the sound of the explosion; the kitchen. Well, it was a kitchen but now a blackened mess with what was meat now charcoaled and flaming. Sebastian was scolding a blonde man in chef's whites. His hair was an afro and he was casually lighting a cigarette looking like he didn't give a damn about what was happening around him. Sebastian left more annoyed than before and the chef turned to the two girls.
"Hey, Mei Rin, who's the blonde?" He had a heavy American accent. He walked up to Rosalie and blew his cigarette smoke into her face. She had a coughing fit that was so horrible she felt her lungs dying already. Rosalie was never good with pollution.
"This is Rosy, the master's new tutor," the maid explained.
"Bit scrawny, isn't she?" Baldroy commented.
"Sorry if my stature displeases you, cook." Rosalie huffed.
"I am a chef, little girl. Quite a temper you got there, eh?"
"I do not have a temper." She sulked and mumbled angrily. Baldroy laughed and patted her on the back quite hard.
"Welcome into the team, little Rosy."
"I am not little." She turned around and poked the chef in the chest.
"You like the word 'not', Shorty." Before she could say anything else, the three heard a wail and Sebastian sighing.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sebastian. I didn't know the barrel was open. I didn't mean to kill the garden again. I didn't, honestly," a young boy's voice cried.
"Finnian, I told you time and time again to make sure the lid is securely in place before you use the herbicide." Rosalie followed Mei Rin and Baldroy to the hall to find the young blonde gardener wailing and Sebastian looking as annoyed as ever. He turned to the other staff. "You should all follow Tanaka's example and act more adu-" He pointed at an old man who was drinking out of a Japanese tea cup.
"Ho, ho, ho!" Realisation hit Sebastian's face.
"Everyone, from now on please listen closely to what I have to say, and then carry out the plan. This is what we'll do." There was a strange twinkle in Sebastian's eyes. He assigned the staff to specific yet simple jobs in hope of no more stuff ups. They all ran eagerly to do their missions with a little too much enthusiasm than necessary.
"What do I do?" Rosalie asked following Sebastian.
"It will be best if you stayed out of the way, Miss. Rosalie," he responded simply and went along his way. Knowing when she wasn't wanted, she sat on the stairs and watched as everyone rushed about preparing for the arrival of Sir Clause but ended up falling asleep.
"Rosy, Rosy!" Rosalie felt her body being shaken rather roughly like a ragdoll. "Wake up, Rosy. The guest is arriving soon." She opened her eyes and saw the young gardener's staring at her. She sat up and stretched. "Sebastian's adding the final touches to everything now. Come and see." He took her hand and dragged her up. Rosalie felt her arm stretch beyond its limit. "Oh, sorry. I don't know my own strength. My name is Finnian but everyone calls me Finny." He smiled and pulled her around the house. The kitchen returned to its sparkling new state. All the china was gone and the rooms were polished and clean. The garden was the biggest surprise of them all, it was completely transformed and it felt like they had stepped into Japan.
"Sebastian did all this?" she asked with a mixture of admiration and fear.
"Yes, he is amazing!"
What sort of beast is he? Was more of what Rosalie was thinking.
"I see you two are admiring the garden. Nice change, is it not?" They turned around to find the tall butler standing behind them, smiling.
"Se-Sebastian!" Finnian gasped and they both turned around.
"You two should go to the entrance. Our guest will be arriving soon." He vanished back inside and Finnian yet again to Rosalie's hand and pulled her back to the front hall where Baldroy, Mei Rin, Tanaka, Sebastian and Ciel were waiting for the arrival of Sir Clause.
Clause was neat man who kept his hair back in a tidy ponytail. He wore an ornately-decorated tie and suit with slight patterns on them, rather than a standard black suit with a solid-coloured tie. To Rosalie, he seemed like a man who travelled a lot, because of his habit of speaking words and phrases from different languages. He was really friendly, happy and a tad bit eccentric but a kind person no doubt. He greeted all of them in what Rosalie detected as Italian, shaking their hands and, in Rosalie and Mei Rin's cases, a kiss on the cheeks which was some Italian greeting. They all escorted him to the courtyard. She was about to go to the kitchens when she felt her arm being yanked away by Finnian. He turned and smiled while placing a finger to his lips. They quietly made their way to some bushes were both Baldroy and Mei Rin were watching Sebastian.
"Amazing," the gardener and maid said in pure admiration.
"He's struggling through it eloquently and skilfully," Baldroy commented as Sebastian explained the reason for the dead trees. Rosalie was impressed but she couldn't trust the butler's behaviour. It was too unrealistic and strange.
Why don't the others notice? Rosalie thought as she saw the astonished faces of the three other servants as they went back to the kitchen for the meal to be served. It was a beef and rice dish that she couldn't remember the name. It didn't look extravagant at any level. And it didn't look like Clause was impressed.
"Is this the evening meal?" he asked, unimpressed. The sparkle returned to the butler's eyes
"Sir Clause, you have no knowledge of this?" All the drama form the world must have zapped itself into Sebastian as he stood up and announced his speech on beef Donburi with immense passion. "We have the labourers from ancient Japan to thank for Donburi, a feast that serves many purposes. The contributor to society who has finished his task has put his feelings of thanks and gratitude into this food. That is Donburi!" He calmed down a bit and smiled. "The former peasant that yearned for court food, 'lavish food', is said to be Donburi's inventor. And then I thought Sir Clause would have grown tired of stuffy food so that you could simply savour the flavour of the highest quality meat. I devoted myself to the idea." It was silent for a while before Clause burst out laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha! Ciel, this is the best. You never cease to surprise me!"
"Sebastian is so adept!" Finnian exclaimed.
"Nice one!" Baldroy nodded.
"Next is my job," Mei Rin said as she left to serve the wine. "I can't stuff up." The other servants were celebrating at Sebastian's success while Rosalie sat on the kitchen bench, eating a punnet of strawberries. She couldn't trust the butler. Then she heard hushed screams coming from the two boys. Wondering what was making them this way; she joined them and saw Mei Rin spilling blood red wine all over the pure white table cloth. Before Rosalie could think of anything, the table cloth vanished and Finnian and Baldroy were bringing Mei Rin back.
"Excuse the interruption and continue to enjoy your meal. It was just a little dirty and had to be removed." Sebastian bowed and smiled. He joined them back in the kitchen, looking exhausted.
"Amazing," Finnian squealed. "You were amazing Sebastian."
Baldroy jumped on to Sebastian's shoulder and laughed madly. "In my country, there is a guy like you called Superman."
Sebastian shrugged the chef off. "I'm not 'Superman' or anything. It's because I am one hell of a butler. Now I must get the dessert."
"Oh," Rosalie mumbled.
"What's wrong, Rosy?" asked Finnian.
"Sebastian, what's for dessert?" she turned to the butler.
"A Japanese dessert of which is an apricot and green tea mille feuille," he answered. "Why?"
"I was wondering is strawberries were involved because I kind of ate them all but seems good, yes?" His smile showed annoyance and stress as he sighed and went to prepare dessert.
"It smells gooooood!" Finnian and Baldroy watched the butler assemble the mille feuille.
"If after you're good kids and act more adult, I'll let you have some as a prize."
"YAY!"
After Clause left and they cleaned up everything, Rosalie felt dead tired. She wasn't one for cleaning and her body wasn't used to it so she ended up lying down on the stairs, half between life and death. She heard footsteps coming towards her and she opened one eye to see Sebastian smiling at her.
"The stairs aren't a good place to sleep, Rosalie."
"They're cold and that is what I need. Will you ever stop calling me Rosalie?"
"Why? Don't you like your name?"
"Actually, I love it because my mother chose it. It's just the way you say it."
"How do I say it?"
"Like my grandmother." She pouted her lips a bit like she was remembering something unpleasant.
"I'm guessing you don't like your grandmother, why?"
"To put it simply, she's a bitch. And don't tell me that is disrespectful and rude to the elderly but you have obviously never met her." Her face relaxed as she left the topic of her grandmother. "So why are you here?"
"I came to give you this and to tell you that tomorrow at in the morning, the master would like to see you." He handed her the apricot and green tea mille feuille with a fork.
"Um... no, thank you. I don't like apricots." She pushed the plate back.
"Why don't you like them? They have a wondrous taste."
"They are furry and I don't like furry fruits. I don't like kiwis and peaches," she explained.
"That means you shouldn't like raspberries or strawberries but that isn't the case since you ate a large amount just now."
"Don't start getting technical with me, butler. I like all berries, furry or not." She huffed as she folded her arms.
"But some fruits have hair to protect them from pests."
"And it seems to work really well."
"Are you saying that you are a pest?" he smirked.
"Yes..." Wait, wrong answer. "No? What was the question?"
Sebastian laughed at her confusion, "What do you have against furry fruits?" he said 'furry' as she did, yet another attempt at mocking her.
"It's like eating a small monkey." Rosalie had enough of his questions.
"And have you eaten a small monkey?"
"No, of course not."
"So how do you know?"
"Your constant interrogation is getting on my nerves, butler. So stop it now. Please," she added.
"Will you at least try it?"
"No thank you."
"Not even a little bit?" He held up a forkful. "It has cream and seeing as you adore strawberries, you must like cream." Rosalie's eyes flickered from Sebastian to the fork and then back to Sebastian.
"If I try it, will you give me my peace?"
"You have my word, Rosalie." He bowed his head. She opened her mouth and let him give her the pastry. It tasted quite wonderful, something she didn't expect. She loved the textual difference between the crunchy pastry and the soft filling. The apricots weren't as overpowering as she thought and the green tea was so subtle yet nice.
"Do you like it?" she looked back up at Sebastian who was smiling, noticing her enjoyment.
"Hmm, it's okay." She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of being right. Rosalie stood up and dusted her dress. "I must retire to my room. I bid you farewell, butler." She walked up the stairs.
"You speak very formally for a tutor." She stopped dead in her tracks and looked back down to see Sebastian watching her inquisitively.
"My father said it would be better for me as people have more trust for a formal person," she said. Sebastian obviously didn't believe her but let it go.
"Goodnight, Rosalie."
"Goodnight, Sebastian." With that, the two went off in their separate ways.
So this is it. Comments? Questions? Feel free!
I bade thee farewell,
Minami. ＼(￣O￣)