Eleanora was waiting the butler at the train station. She was not looking forward to it. Yes, the book that the Undertaker had given her had assuaged her fears some, but she was still scared of the demon. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if she had someone else to wait with, but the young Master was still recovering from his illness and everyone else had been too busy. So it was up to her.
The train pulled in; she straightened herself up and tried to appear as bored as possible. Demons didn't scare her. Nothing scared her. She was as heartless as an ice sculpture, and twice as cold.
People began streaming out of the trains. One of them was the butler, looking around. Their eyes met and she swallowed hard and then stepped forward to meet him. He stepped forward too. Then he began moving quickly and then he was running and before she could say so much as, "welcome back" he had grabbed her waist and was twirling her in the air, smiling.
"Eleanora! I'm so glad to see you! Oh, you look just fantastic; let me get a good look at you…"
He set her down long enough to hold her head in his hands and smile at her. Then he hugged her and began whirling her around again, about three times more before setting her back down.
"How are you? I want to hear all about it," he said and slung his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "It's been far too long; I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages…"
Eleanora blinked at him. She wondered if he was drunk.
And he was still smiling at her.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just that I've never seen you like this before."
He laughed and cuddled her closer.
"I've never been so happy to see you before."
"Well, what changed?"
"I've had quite a lot of time to think on this trip," he said. "And seeing you, I've realized something important."
"What?"
"Out of all the men in the four worlds, I am the luckiest."
"Why?"
"Because I married you," he said, cuddling her again, "and you're not Grell."