Y/n p.o.v

I sighed heavily when Chris' manor comes into view. It was bigger then Ciel's Manor, but not quite as big as my mother's castle. Perks of being Royal I guess. We waited outside the front gates as the guards slowly open them. Though they seemed to be taking their time I wanted them to go slower. I could feel guilt tug at my heart every meter we drew closer to the front door, where I can see all of Chris' staff and himself standing outside. It wasn't even a second after the cart stopped outside the entrance before one of the staff members opened my door and I was pulled out by Chris.

"Hello, darling~" He said with a seductive lilt.

I had almost forgotten how handsome he was. He would be the perfect candidate for a husband- handsome, charming, lovely, kind- but I didn't want that…I wanted Ciel. I could feel my heart flutter even just thinking about him. Yes, I might have found Chris extremely attractive. He had even made me blush. But that was the end of my attraction for him. Any feelings I harbored were purely physical.

"Hi, Chris." I said unenthusiastically, pecking the side of his cheek as we walked through the giant doors. They made me feel small and powerless. I turned around to say goodbye to Selia but I saw her being ushered into the cart and my suitcases being taken inside.

'this doesn't seem right…' I thought to myself. I felt quite uneasy.

"First, you will get settled in and get used to the manner. You will be sleeping in my room with me, then after that we will go out around town for dinner before coming back here."

I nodded, setting my suitcase down on the chest of drawers I assume to be mine, since all of the spare drawers are open and empty ready for me to put clothes in. I start to hang up my dresses and essentials in the closet and drawers in silence In fact, it's eerily silent and I felt like I was being watched. I turned around to see Chris lying on the bed staring at me.

"I love the way you just…"

He inhales, moving off the bed to make his way over to me.

"you're so fragile…"

He moves his hands up to my face causing me to flinch.

"like you could just…"

He starts playing with my hair. I can feel my heart start pumping, not in the loving way more in the fear way. I'm scared.

"BREAK!" he screamed loudly, causing me to yelp and flinch away. He didn't seem too awful pleased with that reaction.

"I don't like it when things move away from me y/n…" He mumbled as he exits the room. Something is definitely off. What happened to the sweet Chris I met at the party? I try to distract myself from Chris's sudden outburst by finishing unpacking all my clothes, but stopped when I pulled out my straw hat I had worn coming here.

'the ribbon Is missing…' I realized.

I set it to the side so I could find some ribbon and re-tie it around the hat. I then put the last piece of clothing away and shut the closet doors and all of the drawers. I left the room, looking for a staff member or Chris to help me find some ribbon, but I hoped I didn't run into Chris again. The irony was not lost on me- avoiding the man I'm meant to be marrying; the man I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with. But honestly I don't want to marry him. He terrifies me.

After a while of searching for staff members with no luck I started to head to Chris' office.

'maybe he'll have some ribbon?'

it sounded silly but it was worth a shot. Luckily I had remembered where his office was from the last time I had been there and knocked lightly, opening up the door gently and peeping in. I saw Chris on the telephone with someone. I was about to just silently walk in and sit at his desk until I heard my name mentioned.

"I can't believe the Queen is stupid enough to let me marry her daughter. Once I marry Royal, all I have to do is wait a bit. Then I'll kill her. Oh, don't worry. I'll make it look like an accident. Then my family name will be brought up to the flame."

Wide-eyed, I slowly and quietly shut the door, tiptoe-ing away.

'I doubt he'd have any ribbon anyway….'

I think to myself as I make my way back into the room, acting as though I had never left.

"y/n?"

I heard shortly after starting a staring contest with my hat. I turned to see Chris leaning on the doorframe to his-I mean our-bedroom.

"y-yes?"

Great job me, how about we /don't/ show any signs that I listened in on him planning to kill me.

"we're heading out now. It's time to bond over a night in the town."

He pulled me up roughly and I set my hat on the bed. He dragged me down the stairs and into the carriage. I didn't realize how alone we were until after the cart started moving, when I felt Chris's hand massaging my thigh. I tried to move my leg away from his hand but he just gripped me harshly, causing me to flinch.

"We're almost there~"

he said, roughly pulling me closer.

time skip after a creepy dinner

3rd person p.o.v

Y/n and Chris walked hand in hand along the cobblestone street, getting slightly wet from the light drizzle of rain. Y/n kept stopping to admire all of the cute things in each store, asking if she could get something but Chris would just grip her hand painfully tight and pull her away.

"Those things are for Kids y/n. You're getting married. You're supposed to have them not be one."

y/n looked down at the cobblestone street then, then looked back at the shop, noticing its from the Phantomhive company. Smiling sentimentally to herself she noticed a stuffed animal shaped as a bunny, dressed in the dress she wore at the first ball she and Ciel had attended together.

After a while of wandering aimlessly on the street they stopped at a bridge, leaning on the rail. Their hands finally unclasped with a sweaty stickiness.

"I'll call the carriage over here."

Chris said, removing himself from y/n's side as she begins to massage the hand he had been holding.

"yeah, okay." Is her eloquent response.

y/n looked out over the bridge, taking in the dark sky mixed with the street lights that laminated the streets and sky, then looked down at the half-frozen lake below the bridge; watching boat restaurants float down below her, where couples danced together and dined. For a brief moment, she imagined her and Ciel down on one of those boats, having their own little date, which caused her heart to flutter and her cheeks to heat up. Sadly, her little fantasy was interrupted by Chris tapping her smartly on the shoulder, signaling the carriage's arrival. She hopped in, little energy left for reluctance. Indeed, though Chris gripped her thigh rather uncomfortably throughout the ride, she couldn't muster the will to kick him away.

time skip to the manor

y/n p.o.v

I got changed as soon as we had arrived back, as my clothes felt stiff and moist from the rain. I walked into the master bedroom, dreading having to sleep next to Chris. I arrived to see him already lying down in the bed shirtless.

'not the first time I've slept next to someone shirtless.'

I think to myself with an internal laugh, but that was with Ciel. He was the only one I was willing to do so with.

Lifting up the bed sheets, I tried to sleep as far away from Chris as possible without being at risk of falling off of the bed. Realizing I was in as good of a position as I was getting, I focused my attention on getting comfortable with my pillow. After 10 entire minutes of staring sleeplessly at the backs of my eyelids, unable to sleep due to the pounding of rain on the window, I gave up and sighed, opening my eyes to watch the rain hit and dribble down the window.

Instead, my sigh alerted my dastardly fiancé of my insomnia. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me, making me feel the stickiness of sweat on his chest. I tried to wriggle out of his grip but he started sucking on my collar bone.

"stop!"

I whisper-yelled, trying to move my neck away from him. He was getting angry (I could tell), so he turned me around and tried to kiss me, but I turned away, still trying to wriggle out of his grasp an d tried to kiss me, but I turned away, still trying to wriggle out of his grasp and damn was he strong. I could feel one of his arms leave their death grip on my rib cage and move around. I squealed and, with as much force as I could muster, whacked my leg up, causing him to grunt in pain. I saw my chance to run and took it, fleeing in naught but a nightgown before arriving at a balcony.

'a dead end…shit'

I cursed to myself as I heard the heavy thumps of feet drawing closer. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I opened the doors to the balcony quickly and closed them as gently as I could, trying to make as little noise as possible.

"y/n…..come back!"

I could hear him scream. I scanned my surroundings, feeling the heavy rain drops pelting me from above. I went to the edge and, seeing some bushes below me, weighed my options. Another call from Chris decided for me as I quickly climbed over the railing and jumped. I landed on my foot at just the wrong angle.

One look at the already forming bruise and I realized myself to be completely and utterly screwed. My ankle was sprained.