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Chapter 1: His Butler, Unrecognized
"Oh that is Lady Elizabeth Midford, daughter of a marquis, now fiancé of Prince Alfred. She went here once. You seem to be quite interested in her, aren't you mister?" The female barrister politely asked to the man before her.
The man smiled. "No, not really. I was just entranced by her beauty." He answered back with the same courtesy.
The maiden looked back to the picture the man was referring to –a noble lady in pink frills standing before a commoner little boy. She was smiling brightly like a sun as she embraces the five year old lad before her.
The maiden's smile became softer. "She is a very sweet lady." She truthfully stated out of nostalgia to which the man, opposite her counter, tenderly smiled back.
She examined him. "What brings you here young man?" She asked in simple curiosity.
The man was about to state an answer when suddenly a little boy of five came rushing from the cafeteria's door carrying a newspaper that seem to contain some kind of news he is very eager to proclaim.
"MOMMY MOMMY! LOOK! LOOK!" He kept on wailing as he rushes to the female barrister.
"Oh Frederick! Don't hasten like that, you might trip and fall –and didn't you go to the market with your Aunt Louise? Where is your Aunt Louise?" The mother was obviously startled by the sudden entrance of the five year old kid.
The man examined the little boy. His hair was exactly like his father's: it possesses the same shaggy and messy auburn hair. His face shape and eyes, however, were like her mother's: one that has an inverted triangle face shape, and sparkling, blue eyes.
"Mommy, look!" The boy innocently pleaded as he gave the newspaper to her mother, the female barrister. Though his health is apt, his happiness was nowhere to be found.
The mother inquisitively looked upon the news. As she did so, she gave a very distressing gasp that furiously alarmed the man before her. The man, in curiosity, glanced to the headline and translated the following words.
Carriage Found Wrecked: Future Princess Missing!
"My Lady!" The woman wails in despair. Her hand was shaking as she tries to read the rest of the article while her son watches in worry.
"Aunt Louise says that article says Lady Elizabeth was attacked by bad guys and that you should read it." The little boy stated those words in sheer innocence and grief. "Is it really true mommy?" he asked as tears starts to form in his eyes.
To comfort her crying son, the mother tried to cover her anxiety at once, took a deep breath, settled her emotions, and then gave a sweet gentle smile to the child. "Listen Frederick…" She dearly addressed as she knelt down and faced her son.
"Lady Elizabeth will be just fine." She convinced as she gave a complacent smile and as she caressingly brushes his hair. "So don't shed those little tears, or else Lady Elizabeth would become worried. You know Lady Elizabeth doesn't like it when Frederick's crying" She added.
This somehow, successfully convinced the kid to stop crying. He hurriedly wiped his tears and loudly answered back. "YES MOMMY!" He shouted as he pushed a sweet, contagious smile.
The man in black suit, after witnessing the event, finally took the last of his coffee and stood up. "Well then, I'll be off now. Thank you for the very nice coffee." He uttered as he reached some money to the female barrister, took his brown trench coat, and went off.
The female barrister counted the money he reached then went to the cashier. "Here's your change, thank you Si-r." She politely reached only to realize her customer was gone. Abruptly, she rushed out of their café and tried to search around their block but no matter how hard she looks, that young adult of black hair and red eyes were out of her sight.
SLAM!
It was as if the whole room experienced an earthquake as a large force coming from the fists of the Hereditary Prince of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha hammers the fine maple study table.
"Octavius…" He grudgingly recited the name of the knight beside him out of anger and frustration.
The said knight bowed down before him in sincere apology. "My apologies Prince Alfred; but please understand, the Duke ordered for your safety more than anything. Your life is-"
The prince silenced his butler as he swooshed away all the things in his table towards the place where his butler bows at. "Elizabeth…is my life." He deeply muttered now with eyes full of melancholy. The butler was left with no words to say and as such, he bowed down before his master in full submission and regret. In annoyance, he shoved off his chair then marched his way out of the door.
"Fix this mess." He uttered in absolute command before the door that he opened comes down to a full close.
"Madame…" The maid politely called for the woman inside the room, staring blankly at the Victorian window before her. The once emerald eyes that reflected strength and determination were now full of emptiness. On her right hand was a crumpled newspaper that foretold a very unpleasant news.
"The Hereditary Prince of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha is on the phone…" The servant informed however, the woman seems to be drifted away from the place.
"Mother…" The eldest son who took notice of the maid's presence, called his mother out of her reverie.
"Edward…" The mother called though there is still a trace of emptiness in her face.
"Prince Alfred is on the phone." He informed her. It took quite a moment but Frances was able to come back to herself and in full vigor and elegance, she marched out of the living room and headed to her office where the anticipated call was waiting.
"Hello." Her strong voice started. There was quite a silence before the being started to speak.
"Marchioness…" The woman was startled. This voice…it wasn't Prince Alfred's.
"Who are you?" She roughly asserted.
"Leave the mansion." The voice commanded.
"What do you mean?" She asked, still in the same level of assertion.
"At exactly 6:00pm, the Midford Mansion will be devoured by the flames of hell." The calm but tantalizing voice echoed from the other line.
The marchioness, however, was not threatened. "And what is your basis for this augury?" She asked in playful belief.
There was a few seconds of silence before the person from the other line started to speak.
"There is someone…"
"Someone…?" The marchioness repeated.
"Someone will be pushed to annihilate the Midford family the same way as the Phantomhives…"
And out of a sudden, coldness enwrapped the marchioness's body. "W-who? Who the hell are you?!" She shouted from the other line. "And wHo iS tHis sOmeOne?!" She further continued.
"Marchioness…" The cold voice tried to regenerate the receiver's attention. "The rabbit will forever be hunted by the fox…" The voice coiled.
"To that, the safest place…is to me…"
"W-what do you mean?" The woman asked but the next thing that followed her ear was the sound of an ended phone call. Though Lady Frances was still skeptical, she took the liberty of finding out the meaning behind the words of the caller.
"The rabbit will forever be hunted by the fox…" She repeated as she goes back unto the living room.
"The safest place…is to me…"
"How was your hunt Father?" Her eldest son asked the newly arrived Marquis.
"It was all good. I was able to hunt a very large fox." At this statement, the marchioness could not help but be caught of.
"Large fox?" Frances asked.
"A huge fox!" Alexis greatly expressed. "Apparently he was waiting on this big log by the forest." He narrated. "It was only later when we realized he was actually hunting for the rabbits."
Curiosity travelled even more to the marchioness' mind. "The rabbits?"
"Yeah…it seems like the fox was very hungry."
Edward, in the same curiosity as his mother, then asked. "So were you able to kill it in time?"
The marquis beamed. "Of course! What do you think of your father huh son?"
The marchioness somehow sighed in relief. "So the rabbits were all safe?" She asked but more of concluded.
"Oh hell no!" By that sudden expression, both his wife and son turned up and listened to him. "All the rabbits died."
"What?" It was as if a ghost hunted the marchioness out of her own reality.
"But, like I said." The marquis was still however, joyful. "We were able to shoot the fox right before he ran off once again." He stated in what seems to be sheer joy. He was almost smiling and was almost starting to have a good laugh with his son Edward but his body involuntarily caused a time lag and this that had him remember his daughter once again.
There was a period of silence before the marchioness began to speak.
"Pack your bags."
"What?" Both his husband and son asked in confusion.
She clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention to her. "Everyone, pack your bags." She commanded in full force.
"We shall be leaving this mansion."
The sudden knock on his door snapped the prince back to his reality.
"My Lord, your afternoon snack…" His knight informed him.
"Bring it in…." And the door opened revealing an adult with a long, white hair, fixed in a ponytail, with dark brown sparkling eyes and pointed face, that was suited in white trousers, tailcoat and vest. On his side was a maid carrying an exquisite tea set on a tray. The maid walked up to his table, bowed, placed the tray there, bowed once again, and then went out together with the knight.
"Octavius." He called right before the door closes. "Stay." He commanded and the knight slightly bowed in adhesion, and walked himself before his Lord.
The prince took the teacup, smelled its aroma, and then sipped a few. "Who is Father's current visitor?" He asked, pertaining to the guess of the mansion, the owner of the black carriage he sighted from outside the window.
"Count Azrael Vulcrow visited for business acclaims."
"I see…" He uttered as he took a taste of his pastry and then went delicately back to his tea. "To when will be Father ready?" He asked out of anticipation.
"As soon as the guess leaves, your Highness." His knight informed him and to that, the prince was left with no choice but to continue what he is doing. After he finished eating his snacks and the maid took off the tray, he inquired again about his father's availability. Seeing that his father was still on work, he started to occupy himself in other things and started to continue sending letters to other officials up until he was finished. About four and a half hour has passed since he inquired about it but as he looks outside, the black carriage was still evident.
In impatience, the Prince madly stood up and loudly hammered his fist onto his table. "I'll be going no matter what." He finally decreed then marched out of his study room, into the hallway, towards his Father's office.
"B-but your highness!" The knight tried to persuade him to wait a little longer but he is fully determined to bash whatever proposal was going on. He furiously marches right unto the hallway and just as he can fully see the door to his Father's office, his knight rapidly grasped him by the shoulder to stop him.
"Your highness-"
The knight was cut off as the wooden door of the Duke's Office opened up, delivering noble words of bid. Holding the door knob open was their butler, Bernard, and before him was a young man, almost in the same age as the prince, bidding goodbye to the Duke. In the young man's side stood a man in his late twenty's, wearing some black trousers and a tailcoat outside a moss green vest.
Prince Alfred was aghast. He did not expect the noble to be as young as him nor did he expect him to possess noble beauty. His skin was fair and soft, as if it was never touched by the harsh rays of the sun –as if it never encountered any form of pain and sorrow. His eyes were painted with red like those of rose petals, gleaming softly through the night. His hair was as black as the nights where the stars and the moon shamed to twinkle and light.
"Prince Alfred…" The noble respectfully greeted the minute he recognized his presence. He gently bows in courtesy together with his butler.
The once stalled look of the prince abruptly changed into a dignified one. "I assume the presence of the man before me was no other than the ever competent Count Azrael Vulcrow, am I not mistaken?" He highly inquired.
The noble smiled out of flattery. "It was in my great honor to be labeled as such by thy majesty." He decreed. However, Prince Alfred was not fully convinced. His smile, he reckons, seems to be very innocent that it could remarkably conceal any piece of parchment in darkness. His eyes were filled with so much wonder but at the same time, emptiness. No matter how deep the prince looks, the rubies in his eyes were sparkling with embers…for that reason, the prince could not help but feel pity, and at the same time, fret.
The noble prince stood straight. "Well, then. I must not delay the Count's matters any longer." He uttered and the young lad bowed once again in grace and marched off in his classic, noble way.
"Octavius…" Prince Alfred beckons while he stares upon the back of the young noble marching his way out of the castle.
The white knight took a step closer. "Yes, your highness?"
By some means, the prince was filled with queries.
"What happened to his eye?" He probes pertaining to the eye-patch on the left eye of the one wearing a navy blue tailcoat and trousers outside a black waistcoat and a white winged collared shirt.
I would like to...no...I would LOVE TO...but I do not own Kuroshitsuji! :'( And I am not a good writter too huhu :'( but i'm trying to be one. :) So I do hope despite my errors ( i feel like there are so many errors here and i do believe there will always be ) you would still like this story and do a review/s about it . I would really and do really appreciate it (I DO I DO I DOOO!)
thank you so much!
