Chapter 6: Life
Or rather, lack of. Cynthia trudged around the Manor home like the walking dead, seeming to have gone into a deep depression, as she couldn't even look at Sebastian a certain way without having him possibly losing his job, and that would have been worse than the basics that they shared daily. The wedding date drew nearer and nearer, but her emotions stayed as sour as grapes.
"You are not to have any contact with my daughter after the wedding, butler," her father had scolded one morning during golf practice.
The wedding date arrived and passed, and Cynthia left to live with her new beau. But, a year later, tragedy struck. Just months after delivering her son that would grow up to be Ciel's great-great-great-great grandfather, Cynthia hung herself. She was found with a note scrunched up in her fist, which read, "I will always love you, my Sebby."
Sebastian himself never read the note, though, because her father had torn it up and flung it into a fire, descending the shreds to no more than ashes.