Ciel waited outside with Olivia, who seemed somewhat anxious as she shifted her stance several times, for the Viscount of Druitt to arrive. The young Duke felt as if he had managed to bypass Olivia just enough to get ahead of any of her planning just for some time before she retaliated. From what Ciel could gather, the marriage was simply to better Aleister while having Olivia taken from the Phantomhive to a more public eye. Their father must've wanted this more than worrying about Olivia's status or wealth for the family. Ciel kept glancing over to see Olivia fiddling with her hands or moving in some type of fashion. He had her cornered in a way that she could not fight back. Even she could not fight the status-quo of society.

Then, an embellished carriage appeared in the distance as it emerged from the woods approaching the Phantomhive Manor. Ciel could hear Olivia take in a sharp breath, a wave of satisfaction waved through him as he triumphantly smiled at his good fortune. He then turned his attention back to his fretting sister, "I do believe you and the Viscount will find each other quite suitable. I've had my own interactions with him."

"Then it should be you who play the role of a female and marry the man," Olivia stated sharply beneath her breath.

Ciel could all too well recall his own run-in with Aleister and his love of the occult. He decided to push the memory out of his mind as the carriage neared the entrance way. Sebastian walked passed the Phantomhive siblings to open the carriage to present the Viscount. Ciel smirked over at Olivia who glowered over at Ciel before putting on her mask to greet her betrothal. He watched her transform from a seething woman to a piety lady, her eyes down-casted as she attempted to hide a smile.

"Olivia, darling!" Aleister emerged from the carriage dramatically before walking up the stairs, "It has been years since my eyes have landed on the robin's jeweled egg of the Phantomhive family."

"My Lord Druitt," Olivia curtsied, "My arrival has come at last it seems after my years of studying. The years have yet to touch your features."

"And you, the blossom of youth and beauty," he took her hand to kiss her fingers, "My expectations of you have been surpassed, I am more than impressed."

"Shall we enter the manor? I will only chaperone for some time before I must attend to my work," Ciel announced, causing the two to look over at him.

"Very well," Aleister beamed as he escorted Olivia inside, "There is much to discuss."

Olivia recoiled at every touch and gaze Aleister sent her way. This was one of the few reasons she had decided not to marry the Viscount, but more so because of his antics. She had no time to waste on such trivial matters of marriage or Aleister. But she endured like the women before her. She endured the role she had to play in order to feast on the prize she desired. Aleister was only a means to an end that may or may not be granted to her in such a way. Even as a child, his reactions toward her were nothing more than a physical touch she had grown accustomed to.

"Ciel, we will be in the library to discuss the matters of a wedding date," Olivia looked over to her brother, who didn't seemed phase by her forward notion.

"Better to make it soon," Ciel stood up from his seat, "Having children in the Spring weather is better than to give birth in the winter."

The thought of childbirth made Olivia stiffen for a moment before smiling, "I am quite sure it is much too early to think of children, Ciel."

"Nonsense," Aleister chuckled as he placed a hand on the small of Olivia's back, "For what is a marriage without many children running about?"

Aleister and, to her annoyance, Ciel chuckled at the comment. Olivia watched as Ciel left before taking her leave, with Aleister following, to the library. She said not a word to her betrothal as he followed wordlessly into the large library. The curtains were closed. Olivia was growing hateful towards the beaming sunlight that promised to tarnish her beauty and reveal her actions. She turned towards Aleister who shut, and locked, the door behind him.

"There is more reason for you to bring me here, Lady Olivia," Aleister crossed his arms, "And I have a feeling that I will be enjoying what you have to say."

"We're calling off the betrothal," Olivia stated, sitting on the windowsill, "Say what you need to say, and I will pay whatever amount is that you desire. Just end this betrothal by any means necessary."

She watched as Aleister paused to let the information sink in. He was much more mentally disturbed than he allowed the public eye to see in him. What the people saw was a lavish, dramatic, spoiled, wealthy, and handsome young man. In front of Olivia was the man she had grown up knowing as a masochistic, sadist, and power-hungry man who stopped at nothing to have his way. He would take all her hard work and keep it for his own needs and wants. Olivia watched as he continued to near her, taking off his gloves. If he so as much thought of touching her, she would-

"Dark lady, I have anticipated your arrival since I saw the prophecy come true," he sank to one knee, bowing his head to her as he extended his hand, "As a mortal, I had my doubts that it would be you, but my doubts changed when I had heard the rumors of your arrival. I have been arranging your loyal people to divert the ignorant away from your location in order to preserve your time here."

Olivia held her breath. Aleister raised her gaze to look up at her with his light eyes, "Olivia, I have most desired this marriage even before you opened the prophecy. Your wealth and your family's flaunting with the occult has always astounded me, but now we have more to offer the other."

"That is doubtful," Olivia stood back up, "I have no need for a marriage."

"You need access to the people around you and the public," Aleister stood back up, "Being shrouded in this manor and behind the Queen is stifling to you. My dealings with your followers and the public will be the exact publicity you've been searching for."

This was true. She had been trying to get more attention on herself in order to follow the ranks of royalty until she was close enough. Her goal was becoming more visualized as she let Aleister's words sink into her conscious. Olivia then narrowed her gaze on Aleister, "If that is what you have to offer, then what is it from me that you so desire?"

"My robin, all I want is to be seen with you," Aleister inched closer to Olivia until he was barely a foot away from her, "I live for the occult and having you within my reach is more than I desired."

More like an aphrodisiac, Olivia thought to herself as she felt him place his hands on her forearms before holding her wrists. Aleister did have a reason for his madness. He offered her the public eye for the price of her infamy. Olivia glanced up at Aleister to see the darker shadows hidden in his eyes. Though she knew Sebastian would have abandoned her, this mere mortal was foolish enough to fall prey for her because of his greed. She then whispered, "Then we have much to gain from the other. May our marriage be a happy, and blessed, one."

Sebastian poured the tea into Ciel's cup as both remained in the music room far from the library. Ciel kept glancing to the clock as he tapped his finger, "It's taking them too long, she's going to try and call off the wedding."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that, young master," Sebastian commented, "If you can recall our last rendezvous with the Viscount, you can't remember his adulation for the occult. Your sister, if she knows, would continue the marriage."

"She would then believe she is getting ahead of me," Ciel added before taking a sip of his tea, "What she forgets is the Viscount's taste for power. After this, he will take everything from her like she has taken all from me. An eye for an eye."

"We may still need to keep a close eye for that same reason," Sebastian sat the tea pot on the silver platter before standing upright, "Aleister's desire for all that is dark is his fatal flaw, and Olivia is at the center of the occult. How can we be sure that he may not bend to her desires based on her status?"

Ciel remained silent. He hadn't considered that Aleister would be clouded by his desire for Olivia's dark title. It only made sense. An older man would fall for a pretty face and give her the world if she smiled his way with his wedding ring on her finger. A madman would fall for his fetish and relish his pleasures. Ciel placed his cup on the platter before placing his chin in his hands, "It would seem that way. Society still dictates that Aleister be in charge of her accounts. Even if Olivia had some control over the factories, Aleister would still be the one signing the bills."

Even when he said it, nothing seemed right. Maybe he was doing this all wrong... Olivia wanted to be seen in the normal eyes where she's far from being sighted as something odd. Ciel grumbled to himself, "Perhaps this is exactly what she wanted."

"Lets just watch the merriment," Sebastian took a breath before placing a small platter with a pastry in front of Ciel, "Only time will tell what happens next."

Sebastian was not in the least bit worried about getting Olivia out of the way. Having her married quickly off to someone like Aleister would give them time to prepare the next move, but his mind was preoccupied about Ciel. The demon's eyes lingered on Ciel for a brief moment before turning back to his small duties. Ciel hadn't said a word about their own personal troubles and neither had he. The silence between them was stifling. Sebastian grew darker towards Olivia for separating him from Ciel like she had done and was counting down the seconds before the wretched woman was gone. The demon then loomed closer to Ciel, "Young master, may we discuss a matter between us?"

He saw Ciel flinch slightly. Perhaps Ciel was still much too hurt by the ordeal? Sebastian could understand Ciel's unwillingness to face the situation after barely a few days to recover, but he couldn't stand not knowing any longer. Ciel glanced up at Sebastian before reverting his sight to the tea in front of him, "What of it? I thought this was settled.."

"A good way of settling a situation is talking about it, young master," Sebastian urged, the demon stood tall as he manipulated the surroundings to shut as to provide privacy.

Ciel seemed to scoff for a second, but Sebastian could see Ciel's last defense efforts to keep himself safe from heartbreak. Sebastian couldn't understand why he so desperately needed Ciel's forgiveness. This was more than degrading to beg a mortal for their affection after a slight affair. He felt his own demonic heart tear apart as Ciel kept his gaze averted from Sebastian's. If this is what a mortal's heartbreak felt like he could only empathize for what Ciel felt. Sebastian didn't want to push his young love away and decided to save another argument. The demon didn't say another word as he continued his duties before leaving the room.

Aleister had left soon before dinner, saying his excuse was for a dinner party he had arranged. Nonetheless, both Phantomhive siblings were pleased to see him go for their own reasons. Olivia could only imagine marriage to such a strange man would hold her back for some time to come, at least for a year. Ciel, for his own past reasons, despised Aleister for his love for the occult, but at least he had his uses now to occupy his sister for even a moment's time.

"Well, you have found your way to be rid of me," Olivia sighed as she gazed into the sunset, Ciel sat next to her, but he kept has gaze on the tea cup in front of him.

They sat alone together. The engagement was official and the courting would properly begin in a few short days, but something was nagging in Ciel's mind. Something wasn't adding up that should make perfect sense. He had a feeling that he was forgetting something, as if he had lost a very important key to the final door to make a grand escape. He said not a word as he heard Olivia sigh, "If this is your way of getting your revenge against me for trying to be a good sister, then you went out of your way."

"It only seemed fair," Ciel muttered aggressively, "Everything was taken from me, now you know what it feels like to have everything taken from you."

"Everything, Ciel? You had access to the accounts the entire time, you never asked," Olivia sharpened her tone, "I told you the affair was a simple mistake. There was nothing from your reach that you couldn't ask to see if you had only said something."

"It's done now," Ciel decided not to argue with her further, "You will be married by next month if your courting goes well. A swift wedding and you will be living with your husband in his Estate. You will live the dream you had most desired."

"Living as a wife while you must endure here by yourself?" Olivia glanced over at Ciel.

He returned her gaze, somewhat surprised to hear the concern in her voice. Actual, sincere concern. They gazed at each other for a few minutes before Olivia added, "We are years apart, Ciel, and you don't understand me as much as I don't understand you. In many ways, we are no longer siblings but strangers of kin blood. When this is all over, I hope you know that I always loved you and our parents."

"I am happy to see your new sense of energy, Tanaka," Sebastian smiled as he poured the old butler a cup of tea, "I'm even more pleased your willingness to disclose such private information."

"I know the young master is confused by his sudden realization that Olivia still had access to the accounts," Tanaka mused, "He had almost forgotten he had had a sister before."

"It was rather amusing, wasn't it?" Sebastian agreed as he poured himself a cup of tea as well, "I'm sure you know more about their childhood together than from what either of them can recall."

"Oh yes," Tanaka nodded before fixing his glasses, "Ciel was not as brooding as he used to be towards everyone, he adored Olivia. It was hard to separate them when Olivia had to practice the finer arts, but the Phantomhives' managed to keep the children apart for a small amount of time. Ciel would always find Olivia no matter where she was hidden from his view."

"Our young master was quite smitten with his sister then. I'm not too sure as to how that changed," Sebastian commented, eyeing Tanaka for more answers.

"Well, Olivia loved Ciel and enjoyed his company, but it was never to the extent that Ciel gave. The majority of the difference was that Olivia lavished Ciel with his desires at others' expenses. I can recall Olivia had made Ciel a large, stuffed bear dressed in a fine attire. The material for the bear was from Elizabeth's own dolls' skin and Elizabeth's clothes," Tanaka explained before rubbing the back of his neck, "Lady Olivia always gave Ciel exactly what he wanted. I'm sure the boy would've been happy if she just looked his way."

Sebastian listened to the brief history before Tanaka ran out of energy. The most information he could get was that Olivia had her own methods to her madness. This somewhat disturbed him because of the circumstances. His own information leaned towards Olivia raising the Phantomhive name higher in the royal ranks. Was any of her methods honestly towards Ciel's gain? Sebastian was having a hard time piecing the little information bits together. He could sense Ciel's safety not too far from him; Ciel and Olivia were still sitting outside since Aleister had retired to the guest bedroom earlier from his travels.

"I'll allow you to rest, Tanaka, thank you for your patience," Sebastian gave a respectful bow before going back to his duties.

Finny would wait all night. He would wait until the sun rising in the sky for her. After hearing that Olivia was to marry some weird, rich man, Finny was more anticipating this night's tour around the garden with her. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her, but…most importantly, he wanted to tell her how he felt. Over the short time together over a span of a few days, he felt more attached to Olivia than he had first imagined. He ran his hands through his hair as he paced in the grass; this was the most nervous he had felt in such a long time. What was he going to tell her? How was he going to say it? Would she reject his feelings for her?

"Come on, Finny," he tried to boast to himself, "Don't get scared now…"

"Finny?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the soft voice in the darkness. Finny turned around to see Olivia in her crimson robe. The soft material looked like it was pouring off of her in waves, but only the wind cascaded the material around. He took his eyes off from her clothing to her curious features as she neared him, "O-Olivia."

Finny bowed slightly, "I'm glad you came!"

"Are you alright, Finny?" Olivia neared him.

"I know you're getting married," Finny stood back up, keeping his gaze lowered to the ground, "I don't know if you love him or… I just…"

He couldn't say it! Dammit he couldn't say it! What kind of man doesn't tell a woman what he felt!? Finny bit his tongue in frustration as he tried to say what he wanted to say. Then, he felt her soft hands caress his own. He fixed his gaze to look into her eyes as she spoke softly, "I do not love him, Finny. He is a monster in disguise. There is only one man for my heart."

At first Finny felt disappointment, but the way she held his hands even tighter, he felt the sudden urge to tell her. But…something else was coming over him. He had never kissed a girl before, and didn't think he would know how to. Anything beyond telling a woman how he felt was a cloud for him. This didn't stop him from reaching up and caressing Olivia's cheek before guiding her to his lips. Such a feeling it is to kiss a woman that seemed too mystical to be real. He had imagined that kissing a female would be more mechanical or automatic, but this feeling burning inside of him felt more like he had done this before and could kiss her for hours.

When he slowly pulled away, Finny opened his eyes to see Olivia had kept her eyes open the entire time. A blush permeated onto his cheeks at the sudden realization before taking a step back, "Thank you.."

"For kissing me? I should be thanking you, Finny," Olivia smiled as she took a step near him, "Finny, I just want to say-"

"I love you, Olivia," Finny out-right said it, his eyes determined as he balled up a fist, "I can't offer much money, but I can offer your all my love. If you run away with me, I promise I'll always protect you, I'll take care of you when you're sick, and I'll give you anything you want. Olivia, I loved you since the first night we toured the gardens together, and I want to marry you. Please, Olivia, just say yes."

Finny had never felt like this towards any one before. He had loved the others like family and his friends, but Olivia was the first person he woke up thinking about the last few days and the last thought he had before going to sleep. Her image haunted his thoughts and her smile echoed in his mine. The way she brushed her hair in front of the window made him happy. Her perfume was the perfect fragrance.

"Finny," Olivia seemed surprised, he could see a small blush on her cheeks, "You are barely older than my brother and-"

"I will figure out a way to provide for you," Finny stated as he carefully took Olivia's hands in his, trying not to break all her bones, "If you just give me that chance to prove to you that I will do anything to make you my wife. I love you."

She placed her lips against his forehead before kissing his brow. Finny felt a wave of enlightenment wash through him. Just the feeling of her skin against his made him feel more comfortable. He opened his eyes once again to feel her hold his head in her hands, "Finny, my foolish, young love, I want nothing more than your love and happiness. I promise my word that I will find a way out of my betrothal marriage and become your wife."

"Oh, Olivia!" Finny lifted Olivia into the air before spinning her around, bringing her carefully to him before he landed on his back while holding her, "You've made me the happiest man alive!"

"I give you my word that I will be as swift as possible," Olivia whispered into his ear, causing Finny to stir beneath her, "All that I ask is that you swear your loyalty to me like a good husband. I will always cater to you, my love, as you will keep your sole loyalties to me."

"Anything, anything you want," Finny nuzzled his face into Olivia's neck, "Olivia.."

"Good, my love," Olivia sat up somewhat before having Finny sit up.

He felt her hands on his chest before she kissed him once more, but this time the kiss was deeper. It felt as if he was under a spell that binded him to her. Nevertheless, Finny welcomed the new feeling of lust. He was scared like any other boy who hadn't been experienced before, but what harm could happen? His arms wrapped around Olivia as their bodies loomed closer to the white roses. In promises, she was his wife, right? So then he didn't need to worry about the consequences. She said she didn't love her betrothal, she said she loved him, right? Then there was nothing to worry about…