*Waves* Hey fellow Fanfictioner's/Reader's
Woohoo! Finally got my own account and have written the prologue to my first story I hope you like it :D
Anyway best not dilly dally, hope you enjoy :3
Authors POV
The room had a comfortable silence, after a while the only sounds that could be heard were the smooth rustles of fine cotton sheets and the light breathing of the lonely slender girl in the middle of the vast bed. This girl is Ciela Phantomhive, her slightly curled long dark blue hair was cascading down her slight form and reaching out to the two satin covered pillows either side of her head. Her pale shoulders that are hidden behind cotton are now peeking just past the huge wave of bed sheets which looked as if it was about to engulf her tiny figure. Ciela is a very beautiful young lady, she has soft facial features such as her petite nose, soft, slightly curved mouth and her small pointed chin, these all made her look like a very young child but in fact she had turned fifteen months ago, the only thing that stops you from thinking she is just an adorable little girl is the tightening of her face and a hardened expression that she wore constantly, she also has dark circles under her eyes, showing evidence of her lack of sleep. This is Ciela Phantomhive, owner of the Funtom Company, also commonly known as the "Queens Watch Dog" and a lady with a very dark secret.
Sebastian's POV
I was pushing the dinner trolley that held the young Mistress' freshly made breakfast, the daily newspaper and morning tea, today's blend being her favourite which is Earl Grey tea, made with extra tea leaves for an added flavour, she was never fond of weak tea, I gradually made my way up to the young madam's Bedroom, I knocked with the index finger of my gloved hand and opened the Bedroom door to wheel in her breakfast. I stop the trolley by her bedside table then I turn to then fling open the rouge curtains of her very large window, instantly hearing a disgruntled groan behind me, it appears that the young Mistress is now awake, six o'clock sharp every morning.
The young Mistress turned her body away from the light invading her room, "five more minutes Sebastian" she tells me in her grumbled voice.
"My lady, we do not have time to waste today, you have a meeting with the Manager of the Funtom Company at seven, have tutoring from eight until two, here we have the invitation to Baroness Le Fleur's summer ball that she hosts every year and lastly you have Dance and Music which will be taught to you by Miss Mackay which will start at four and end at six" I tell her matter of factly. "On another note my lady, today's breakfast is a choice of smoked salmon with lemon on toast, butter or jam scones or the fruit salad, which would you like to choose?" I ask.
"Salmon... oh and burn the invitation, I cannot stand parties" she said breifly as she sat up leaning on the head board of her bed. Her pale chest showing through the opening of her nightwear
"Good choice my lady, and might I be so bold to say that if you keep turning down invitations then you would appear rude... here is your tea" I pass the white and blue China cup smoothly to her by the small plate the cup is nestled on.
" I don't care about social standards just get rid of the invitation."
"Very well my Lady" I said whilst disintegrating the letter with a flick of my wrist and a slight flame from my fingertips.
"This tea smells familiar, Earl Grey" Ciela said with an air of confidence.
"Your nose is very keen today my Lady" I said with a slight smirk forming on my lips.
She hummed in acknowledgement of what I said, paying no attention to me as she delicately sipped her tea and slowly ate her breakfast.
As soon as she had finished I took the dishes from her and placed them upon the trolley, I then walk to the other side of the bed to then help my Mistress get changed.
She shifted over to where I was kneeling and took off the sheets that were still grappling onto her. This made things a lot easier for unchanging. For her night wear, instead of a full length nightgown she wears an old stiff collared cotton shirt that is two sizes too big for her, it covered her torso and most of her thigh and most of the buttons are never done up because she gets hot at night, or so she tells me, also she never wears anything other than that shirt because she insists that all the fabric from a nightgown constricted her movement when she rolled about in bed.
I remove her shirt and get to dressing her, I ignore the shivers she gives when the air licks at her skin, I help the young Mistress into her underwear and corset which is tightened for the perfect thin waist and minimal breathing space. Then I pick her outfit which shall be her dark green dress with a military coat design on it, it's no wonder the young Mistress had grown rather attached to that dress, I slip the dress onto the young madam and button up the back and adjusted the black satin ribbon around the waist tying it into a bow at the back of the dress. I then slipped on her black leather heeled ankle boots with the shiny buckle.
I grab her brush which was waiting for me on her bedside table and start slowly combing through her hair.
"Madam? how would you like your hair done today?" I ask while smoothing out her hair with her brush, delicately brushing so I don't accidentally pull her hair when met with a knot.
"Just leave it down today" she said plainly.
"Very well then" I said placing her brush back on her bedside table and releasing her very long hair, it was so long it reached just above her thighs.
"Sebastian, cancel the Dance lesson today, it is nothing but a nuisance and write a letter to Baroness La Fleur saying I cannot come to the party due to some unforeseen illness" Ciela commanded.
"But Madam can you not reconsider this decision? Surely you must understand the importance of the party, people will think you most antisocial and that will reflect badly on your name and status as a Lady" I said sternly.
"I said don't care about pleasing others Sebastian, just cancel the damn party, I mustn't have to tell you twice!" she commanded me, I had no choice but to do her bidding, I am her loyal servant after all, so I decided to make a compromise to please her.
"Very well young Mistress, but if I am to cancel the party you must do your Dance lesson, your dancing skills aren't exactly going to improve on their own" I said politely.
"Very well, but I seem to do fine at social events by not dancing" Ciela said exasperated.
"Not accepting offers to dance is just as damaging to your status as not accepting invitations to parties, you shouldn't be stuck to the wall just because you cannot dance" I told her in such a way that told her she has not choice in the matter, I saw then that she had run out of patience.
"Sebastian we will not discuss this matter any further! Understood?"she said will a growl in her voice.
"Understood young Mistress" I said with a submissive sigh.
"Come along, we don't want to be late for the meeting" Ciela smiled mockingly.
Ciela walked to her thick mahogany Bedroom door, she stopped shortly before the door and turned her head to look at me but her back is still facing me, "get a move on Sebastian I would rather get everything done sooner rather than later." She said with a discontented sigh. "Yes my young Mistress" I said calmly whilst I smile and place my hand over my heart to then bow deeply towards my young Mistress.
I'm guessing the first thing you are thinking is that I describe how people say things too much and the fact it's very much like the first episode of Black Butler but it was the only way I could think of to get the story going XD well if you want me to change that and have a few "He/She said…" in there then just say so in a review I am open to constructive criticism.
I hope that you liked my "first time writing" writing skills :P
See you in the next chapter :D
