"Solfége."
"Young Lord, a letter for you." Sebastian Michaelis, butler extraordinare, walked briskly into the Phantomhive study, bearing a silver-lidded tray.
"Her Royal Highness, Queen Victoria, requests the presence of His Lordship, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, at Windsor Castle, this Saturday, 12th December."
A melancholic Ciel Phantomhive stared out of the train window at the bland English countryside, thinking to himself about the odd summons he had recieved from the Queen a few days prior. After all, hadn't he just finished solving the 'Jack the Ripper' case? Of course, the end results hadn't been pretty, but the case had been resolved nonetheless. So, then, what was this irregularly-timed summons for? A knighting? Some sort of ceremony? Ciel's rapidly moving train of thought was interrupted by the smooth [baritone, tenor] of his butler, Sebastian. "Young Master, something seems to be troubling you. I admit, it is quite irregular of Her Majesty to send another summons so soon after the solving of a case, but things like this do not usually bother you. Are you perhaps dwelling on the events of the past few days?" Ah, the past few days; the shocking conclusion of the 'Jack the Ripper' case.