Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.
— Charles Baudelaire (1)
'Milady, milady, please!' You felt something cold and wet on you forehead and you opened your eyes. Your eyelids began to jerk from the bright light as you rose your palm to cover your face. 'Are you alright, milady? Milady?' A maid hysterically repeated 'milady' and you felt even more tired. Lyna, the maid, removed the wet handkerchief from your forehead. You noticed how worried she looked. You flipped in bed, sighing.
'I'm alright, Lyna. It is fine, you can go' You muffled sleepily, closing your eyes once again. What were you doing last night? You felt like you were just lying in your bed, staring to the ceiling, not getting any sleep at all. And then you remembered.
'Miss, please, you have to wake up!' Lyna grabbed your shoulders and began to shake your body.
'Don't I get to rest at least after what happened yesterday?' You asked, raising your voice. Lyna released you, and turned her eyes away from yours as she bit her lips nervously, realizing she was touching her lady without a permission.
'You can't, lady (First name)' Lyna muttered weakly, slightly moving her lips. You sat in your bed, frowning. 'We have to leave immediately' The maid gazed into you and her eyes were telling that your actions could cost her life. Well, that could be truth. Mother and Father could kill her if she does not fulfill her duties. Lyna's duty, from now on, was to protect you and to look after you.
A deep sigh left your lips and the maid smiled at you fondly.
'Fine' You grumbled, turning away, to look through the window.
'I'll fetch the dress, milady' Lyna bowed, her face as bright as summer sun and she left the room, quietly shutting the door. You had a headache, so you were grateful that she was so gentle with everything she did, even the door. You stood up, waiting few seconds til your head stopped spinning. Slowly you walked towards the balcony and opened the door. You closed you eyes in satisfaction as the cool air reached your face, when the nice smell of freshness clung to your nostrils. It was a beautiful day- the wind was calmly swinging apple trees' branches in your garden, the lilies, that your mother so carefully planted herself, were blooming, their colorful petals absorbing the sun. Yet suddenly something caught your eye.
Crows.
Not one crow- there were dozens of crows in the balcony. You froze in one place, slowly turning your head to look to the enormously big midnight black crows around you. Their eyes were gleaming- you couldn't really explain the color of their eyes. You felt scared- you never saw such big and dark birds, their eyes looked vicious, their bodies looked stronger than yours. Yet somehow you felt tempted. Tempted to look at them for a bit more. Tempted to step closer. To touch their perfectly symmetrical and dark feathers.
And your legs began to move on their own. You knew that the birds would probably fly away, but you couldn't control yourself. You stretched your hand to the nearest crow. And when your finger almost grasped the crow, the doors opened widely and a familiar voice called out for you.
'Milady!' Lyna's eyes widened, her mouth formed a big 'o' as she threw the dress on your bed and ran towards you.
'Lyna, no! I'm alright!' You shouted to her, and suddenly the crows around you began to croak and flap their wings as Lyna neared. The maid captured your wrist and grabbed a broom that lied on the floor.
'Shoo!' She tried to chase the crows away, yet they all began to attack her. You watched as one of the crows injured her right eye. In the end, the big birds flew away, disappearing in the calm sky. Lyna stood up, covered her eye with her palm and smiled at you sadly. 'Come inside, lady (F/n), it's getting cold' You nodded in agreement, and as you finally rose your eyes from her blood-soaked cheek, you glanced back to the balcony, where even bigger and darker crow with crimson eyes looked into you.
'My dearest daughter!' Mother cried out as you sat to the table. She threw her hands around you, giving you all the words of love she probably knew as she rubbed her pale cheek to yours. You felt how your mother began to flinch from sobs. Seriously, she cries way to much. You sighed at the thought and looked to the table.
'Today we have Bugnes(2). It's a lyonnaise dessert made of flour, eggs, sugar and butter' Lyna smiled as you turned your attention to her. Your mother was still wiping her tears with your dress(yes, I know, it sucks). 'As I recall the young lady really liked them when she was just a little girl' Lyna's eye was covered in a bandage and she still smiled so nicely. You felt a bit guilty- she got injured because you were in the balcony. You were petting a crow.
'(F/n)' Your Father's voice echoed through the whole dining room and even your mother stopped her whimpering. 'How are you feeling?'
'I'm alright' You answered as you began to eat your dessert. 'Anyways, where is everyone? Where are the servants?' You inquired not raising your eyes from the plate. You heard how someone coughed in slight annoyance, you could almost feel how your parents' eyes began to clash.
'There is..'Your mother began, but her voice sounded weakly and she cleared her throat. 'There's something we should tell you (F/n). Yester-'
'Lord Lumiere' The door opened widely and you almost jumped. People today sure like to open the door widely. 'Ladies' Only now you realized that it was Ciel Phantomhive who was standing in the doorway. Lyna quickly invited him to sit next to you and he did so. The shorter boy was now sitting in your left, slowly taking off his coat and hat, handing them to Lyna.
'Lord Phantomhive, you're early' Your father said and it almost sounded like he was worried about something.
'Of course. I am a busy man, Lord Lumiere, and I like to take care of business as quickly as possible'
Business?
You crooked an eyebrow and turned your head to look into Ciel Phantomhive. The boy noticed and gave you a wry smile.
'Lord Phantomhive, please, enjoy yourself, there is no need to rush. You should taste the-' Lyna offered the bugnes as she leaned to Earl's ear.
'As I said' Lord Phantomhive began in a demanding tone. You 'tch' at how arrogant and spoiled kid was. Though could you really judge him? Ciel lost his parents, he lost everything, in fact. But he is standing taller than other noblemen, even though he is a child. And that only proves that he is really strong. 'Lady (F/n), may we go already?' He stood up elegantly and offered you his hand. He really treated you like a lady but a very unladylike sentence escaped your mouth out of pure surprise.
'What the hell?' You stood up and turned to your parents. Few forks felt to the floor and Lyna quickly felt to her knees, collecting them.
'We didn't have time to tell you, (F/n)' You mother said silently, her eyes not meeting yours. 'But you will be living in Phantomhive mansion for some time... Until it all-'
'Why don't you ever say me what's going on?' You asked her calmly. Your mother opened her mouth, searching for words, but in the end she lowered her head as dark shadow covered her eyes. 'As always. It's always the same' You said silently and sadly, because it really hurt you that even your parents didn't trust you enough to tell you everything. And suddenly, you remembered how Ciel told you that she was putting a show at Bernard's funeral. That she didn't feel any pain or sorrow. Maybe in the end people, noblemen, can't feel anything? Maybe all they do are shows for their reputation... Even your mother?..
'Let me come with the lady, Lord' Suddenly Lyna joined in. 'Look how sad she is. She needs a servant- someone loyal- and I would be more than glad to go with her' Lyna smiled to you once again, that bright smile warming your heart. In fact, you were sad- you actually thought you might never come back at this rate. And you were scared. It was hard to go to a mansion where you meant nothing, where you knew no one and-
'There will be no need for that, my lord' A deep, familiar voice joined in and everyone turned to the man with raven hair and crimson eyes. Sebastian was his name, wasn't it? The man pressed his hand to his heart and a small, nice smile tugged at his lips. He opened his eyes slightly and those blood colored eyes gazed at you, as your knees fell weak and your head began to spin. 'I'll take care of young lady'
Yes, of course, that makes you feel so much calmer.
Your eyes began to search for escape desperately. It almost looked like your father is selling you. Of course, that wasn't the truth, but it still looked like that. You had no time to ask why were you sent away or when will you be coming back, because a shadow felt on you and Ciel offered you his hand once again. This time you accepted. When you left your beloved home and climbed to the carriage, for the last time you turned to the balcony, to your room.
The crow was already gone.
(Lady Lumiere's P.O.V) (3)
I watched how Phantomhive boy took my dear (F/n) away. The door closed and I ran to the window to watch how their carriage disappeared in the end of the horizon.
'I only hope this is for the best, (Father name)' I said silently, turning to my husband who was now holding a glass of red wine.
'Of course it is. You saw everything- the note, the letter... The dead bodies of our servants. Something is going on and it is somehow connected to (F/n), we both know that' He sighed and sat in armchair, slowly crossing his legs. 'I'm just afraid that someone might take her away from us... Because it looks like someone wants her. Or needs her'
'I hope you're wrong' I said. I couldn't even think about that- the thought of loosing (F/n) drove me crazy. Yet I still lost her, and I don't know when she will come back to me. As a deep sigh left my lips, I asked him one final question. 'But tell me one thing (Father name)- are you sure that you didn't give our daughter to even crueler monster?
He didn't answer.
(1) Poem La Mort des amants (The Death of Lovers)
English translation:
Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.
(2) They are called Angel Wings. I think they look delicious:)
(3) Lady Lumiere is your mother. I don't know if I should write like (Father name and Mother name) or should I give them names?
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