Contains spoilers for Uncharted 2.
Ciel was bothered by Drake, the way she appeared out of thin air and disappeared. Sebastian never asked if someone was in his room that night. That's not the only thing, Drake was going on a trip with her Father, Nathan Drake. The were looking for the citamani stone, an urban myth, that Nathan some how had proof of the stones existences. The trip was way to risky, and he was letting her tag along, because of him, Drake was shot by that Flynn fellow. And that whore Chole just stood there, gaping, see double crossed them multiple times. The last image he had of the duo, was them clinging the railing of a train, that was hanging off the snowy mountains.
When he awoke the young Earl was distressed, all day he had been in a bad mood. Yelling at the servants non stop and eating sweets, Sebastian was up to his neck with irritation at his master. He was half tempted to cancel his art lesson, but the Young master said it was fine.
When the elderly Mrs. Kyileson asked him to draw a scene, that required snow, he sat and thought, ' Snow, White, Pure, Drake, betrayed, Shot, Crawling, Nathan, explosion, cliff, Drake, Pure, White, Snow...'
Ciel's paint brush had a mind of it's own when it started painting the scene in that dream of his. He made it far way so you couldn't make the faces of the father or daughter out. The strange looking train, the high cliffs and the storm, the blood and smoke. It was almost serial to Ciel how this girl was in trouble and he couldn't help her. As strange as it was for him to say, he felt connected to her, something drawing him to her, besides the dreams.
"Very Good Lord Phantomhive! For your Homework tonight, I want you to draw or paint a girl getting married. Try and project the happiness and glow of her getting married. It can be either you're Fiance or a random person, but try and make it as realistic as possible." Mrs. Kyileson, told him as she left for the day.
"Young Master, are you going to do your homework or work on the paperwork?" Sebastian asked the little Earl. The paperwork was growing, especially after his rotten attitude this morning.
The Earl stood up and washed his hands, "I need to complete some type of work today."
Elizabeth stumbled through the wreckage with her father, it was so cold.
"Hang in there, Eli." Her father told her, his lips were turning blue.
"Shelter. Couldn't we use the wreckage as shelter from the storm?" The girl rubbed her upper arms.
"It much risk. I promise when we get back home, you can have the biggest bowl of potato soup, but right now, we need to to ke-keep walking." Nathan almost fell to his knees, it was so cold.
Eli looked at the ground and saw something shining, "Father, look!" she picked up the golden passport.
"Goo-d G-girl. Come on." The man lead him and his daughter away from the wreckage, but not to far away they passed out from the cold, and blood loss.
The girl stood in front of Ciel's desk, her wound still bleeding, he was scribbling away at some papers.
"He-hey, Ciel." The girl greeted meekly.
The boy's head popped up, "Dr-Drake!" His eye widen at the wound, quickly he rushed over to her.
"Hang on. I'll get my butler-"
Eli cut him off, "It's no use. I'm wounded in my world."
That didn't stop the boy from pulling his handkerchief out and putting pressure on the wound.
As Eli's knees gave out, the Earl followed her to the floor, kneeling in front of her.
She just rested her head in the crook of his neck, "I have to know so-something Ciel. Why am I so attached to you?"
"You know, I asked myself that question this morning, after I saw you be shot by that filth." Ciel glared at the wall behind her.
Raising her head, Eli kissed Ciel's cheek, "Thank you."
The blush was clear on his face, before he could say anything back to her, she flickered and vanished.
"Elizabeth! Get up!" Nathan called in distress, it's been three days since they were found, he had yet to wake up.
"D-dad. Calm down." The girl cranked a smile, opening her eyes.
Nathan hugged his daughter, "Thank God, your alright."
The girl just rested her head in the crook of his neck, " Yea Dad, for getting shot in the stomach, and nearly freezing to death. I'm alright."
The chuckles were heard in the little hut.