October 13th 1895

Sebastian,

I find myself at a loss for words. The bitterness that once held my pen seems to have dissipated somewhat, though in its absence, I now find confusion. Your letter has left me in a shambles and my mind is adrift.

Let us leave the issue of our relationship in the margins for now. I have heard tell that Charles Grey is back in the city.

Write back soon,

Ciel

October 15th 1895

My lord,

Pardon my lack of restraint, it shall not happen again.

I find it extremely worrisome that Grey has returned. I cannot see any reason behind this move. Perhaps the pawn has decided to betray its queen in favour of its own agenda. Tread carefully, master.

I will send more tea leaves to calm your spirit. Do not think too much on these past events, it will cloud your intellect and only cause more trouble. I trust a blend of Chai will suffice?

Sebastian

October 17th 1895

Sebastian,

I have heard of the calming properties of Chai, and though its healing tendencies elude me, thank you for the effort. Although Grey strikes me as the sort to run rogue, I doubt this is the case. Her majesty still awaits my move and has grown impatient at my brazen torpidity. I have already sent our findings on her fabricated culprit as well as the reason behind her actions. Hopefully, she will appreciate my insight. As for Grey, he is little more than a weak threat. Assuming I've made the choice most favourable to the Queen, no harm will befall me.

I refuse to let my reasoning blur. It seems the only thing I have control over these days. I hope this letter finds you in good health.

Ciel

October 19th 1895

My lord,

You seem quite listless. Are you sleeping well? I cannot help my fretting, I'm afraid. It is possible you are correct in your assumptions. Nevertheless, I would advise caution if you happen to cross paths with Mr. Grey. If her Majesty has not sent him herself, he may prove to be more of a hazard than we planned. Though, if there are further casualties, we can assume that the Queen is not quite finished with her work. Keep your wits about you, sir.

I apologise for the ineffectiveness of the tea. Would you perhaps enjoy a different blend? Or something else entirely? Please do not confuse my intentions, they are pure. I only wish to lift your spirits.

I know we had agreed to cast the issue aside, but I have noticed the gradual shortening of our letters these past few days. I duly hope the trust we've built has not been overwritten by my brash words. You may still confide in me your thoughts without fear. My duty as a butler is always my first priority

Mildly concerned,

Sebastian

October 21st 1895

Sebastian,

You are as astute as ever. I haven't been sleeping much. I have reason to believe Grey is not alone. His other half and a few others seem to be watching my every move. I sent my report to the Queen some time ago, she is sure to have seen it. Perhaps it was not the answer she was looking for. It is possible she is not pleased at my discovering the truth and I fear more civilians might find themselves at the brunt of her anger, and by consequence, Charles Grey's sword.

I, too, have observed the curtailment of our correspondence. My faith in you has not diminished, only, I am confused and ashamed at my feelings. In that respect, I am still lost.

I think, perhaps, it is time you joined me here.

Ciel

October 23rd 1895

Of course, sir. I will come at once.

Sebastian buttoned up his wool overcoat quickly, nimble fingers flying over the fabric with practiced ease. Glancing out the window, he noted the sinking sun and decided it was time to depart. Checking that his pocket watch and extra gloves were secure, he strode confidently into the foyer and found himself face to face with Finnian, clad in his nightclothes and sporting a perplexed look.

"Where are you going, Mister Sebastian?"

He sighed, but allowed himself a small smile.

"Our master has called for me"

The boy's face lit up. "Will he be coming home soon?" he asked excitedly.

"I'm not sure, that would depend on him"

The gardener gave no indication of having heard the butler's second statement, and proceeded to prance about the foyer, humming happily to himself. Sebastian decided to leave him to his joy and offered a final command.

"Tanaka will take over in my absence. When I return, it will be with our lord"

Sebastian reached for the door, but paused at a sudden exclamation from behind him.

"I'd almost forgotten! This arrived today. You were busy, so I picked it up"

In the youth's outstretched hand was a letter. Curious, the butler plucked it from his small fingers and turned it over. The crimson seal of the queen was unmistakeable.

"It's strange, isn't it?"

Sebastian looked up confusedly. "How so? Our master receives many letters from her Majesty"

Finny shook his head. "I know that, but this one isn't addressed to the master-

Sebastian turned the letter again and read the neat script on the front.

"-It's addressed to you"

To Sebastian Michaelis,

Butler of the Phantomhive household

He glanced up from the letter to the boy's face and in one swift movement, opened it.

October 23rd 1895

Dear Mr. Michaelis,

Thank you for taking such good care of my sweet boy. He has become so very talented by virtue of your guidance. So talented, in fact, that he uncovered the truth. Unfortunately, this has become somewhat of a problem, as the report condemning my actions has been misplaced, stolen perhaps. In light of these new developments, I have decided to detain your master for a period of time. Do not worry, he will be in the gentle care of my most trusted servant, Charles Grey and though I have told him not to hurt your darling lord, I cannot guarantee his total safety. Now, be a dutiful servant and hurry to his side. I'm afraid he will need you quite desperately in the days to come.

Warmest regards,

Her Majesty, Queen Victoria

A/N: Yikes, Grey is back in town, fam :0 Thanks for reading!

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