"Lady Anne," Rosalina said, "how nice of you to visit." She took the last stair and strolled over to the girl. Her butler stood close behind her, his eyes focused intently on her.

"Your Grace." Anne addressed her formally, which made Rosalina straighten. "I was wondering if we could discuss something of great importance."

"Sure. Shall we?" she asked, motioning towards the side room. She watched Sebastian close the door and walk over to Anne, offering to take her coat, but her butler's eyes flashed red, making Sebastian pause. He simply bowed and stepped aside. "Sebastian. Some refreshment for our guest, if you please," she said softly before walking with Anne to the salon. "What can I do for you?" she asked as they made themselves comfortable.

"I want you to stop seeing Henry," Anne said, getting straight to the point. Rose clenched her fists to stop herself from attacking her. "You distract him. I will not have him getting distracted from what I need him to do. Catherine must be dethroned in order for me to truly be with Henry and every time you seem to take his mind from that."

"You really have no semblance of intelligence, do you?" she said through her gritted teeth. "I have also been trying to dethrone Catherine; there's nothing I want more than to see her ruined. As a matter of fact, I have actually helped you by helping Henry see that he must detach himself from the church! Then, here you come, into my house, and spout your misplaced jealousies!" Rosalina chose not to look at Sebastian as he wheeled in the cart. "I suggest you leave, now."

Anne narrowed her eyes. "Now, why would I do that? I hope that you aren't so daft that you haven't noticed our butlers have seeming similarities. If you will not leave Henry to me, then I have no choice, but to make sure that you do. Dragus!" she called to her butler who immediately leapt at Sebastian.

Rosalina jumped to her feet. "Sebastian!" She went to the door, looking into the foyer, and watched the two butlers amidst their battle. Both seemed to be evenly matched, but she knew that Sebastian would have no problems.

"They won't kill each other, of course, but," Anne spoke confidently as she walked to Rosalina's side, "if my butler wins, you must do as I say and leave Henry to me. You must never make contact with him again, understood?"

Anne was too enthralled with the fight that she didn't notice when Rose glanced towards the refreshment cart. She noticed that, when she pulled aside the cloth, there was a stash of knives and forks beneath. Rosalina knew that her butler had expected something to happen. She grabbed a single knife in her hand, rolled the cart over to the doorway, and kicked it into the foyer where it rolled to the base of the stairwell.

The girl next to her didn't faze; she, apparently, didn't care if Sebastian came into any sort of weapon because she felt so confident in her own butler's abilities. Sure, Rose was confident in Sebastian's ability, too, but the bitch was thoroughly pissing her off.

Sebastian had no trouble fending off Dragus's attacks. As a matter of fact, neither had landed a single hit on the other. This battle would last forever if something didn't happen soon. "Are you so insecure about Henry's feelings towards you that you think I could come between that? Or is it that you just want all of his attention for yourself?" she said quietly. Rosalina smiled, "It seems to me that this whole confrontation is all about your petty jealousy. What is it that you're after exactly? Is it Henry? Catherine? Or are you just some spoiled bitch who wants a crown?"

"You stupid whore! I'll prove just how valuable the Boleyn's are by providing the king with his only male heir and you, as well as every other foolish cunt, will be jealous of me!" she sneered. Her face screwed in anger with every word. She failed to notice the blade within Rose's grasp…failed to notice when she brought it up.

When the blade pierced her gut, everything froze. The two butlers stopped their fighting and Anne's face fell in shock. She twisted the metal within her and felt the heat of blood against her hand. "Try providing a male heir with no way to get pregnant," she whispered before pulling the blade from the girl's body. She managed to land it directly to the left of the girl's abdomen. As Anne collapsed to her knees, a piercing scream emitted from her throat. Within seconds, her butler had rushed her from the house, all the while giving Rosalina a deadly glare, his eyes blazing red.

"Rose," she heard Sebastian's voice next to her. She dropped the blade.

Rose looked to her butler whose eyes were only slightly wide. "What? Did you not think I was capable of it? That bitch was getting on my very last nerve," she said turning away from him and sitting on the edge of the coffee table.

Sebastian knelt in front of her, grabbed her hand, and began wiping the blood from her fingers with a handkerchief. "She won't die from that wound."

"I know that. I wasn't trying to kill her. I only wanted to wound her pride and make it a little harder for her to bear that male heir she wants so badly." She looked at her butler and sighed. "It seems that I'll not have my coffee today no matter what I do."


Bringing the cup to her lips, she savored the smell and breathed in the steam. She took a slow sip, letting the warmth slip down her throat. "I went to see Nickola Luxor," she said softly. Taking note of Ciel's questioning glance, she elaborated for him, "He's a highly wanted demon and, from what I learned, was the start of all this mess."

"What did you find out?" Sebastian asked.

"He was the first to be banned and hunted by them. It seems that Asmodeus could be in cohorts with Satan on this, too." Rose paused for a moment, thinking about whether she wanted to tell them everything she had learned or not. Nickola had told her to figure out whether Sebastian had gained his emotions or not. Maybe she needed to keep that bit of information to herself for a while. "After linking together some information, we think that it's possible that they have figured out how to manufacture Demon Blades and have been getting rid of the older demons who seem to act on their own. We aren't sure yet if Lucifer knows of any of this."

"Likely not," the butler answered.

"Yeah, I don't think so either. I don't think he'd allow it. Nickola said that Satan has been doing things like this behind his father's back for a long time."

"Did he know anything else?" Ciel chimed in.

"He has a contact in Hell who he's getting this information to. We're thinking that, if they've found a way to manufacture the blades, then, there must be a way to destroy them or become immune to them somehow."

"What do we do in the mean time?" he questioned, seeming annoyed.

"We wait. Luxor knows where to find me if he gets any new information. Hopefully he figures something out before they find out where we are." Rosalina finished her coffee and slumped back into her seat. Changing the subject, she asked Sebastian, "Any luck with him while I was gone?" The butler simply curled the corner of his mouth. She sighed and stood. "I'll be retiring for the evening," she stated, giving a gentle glance to Sebastian before turning to leave.


It hadn't been long before Henry's divorce was finalized. Anne had become pregnant and had bore a child…a girl, Elizabeth, and was now pregnant again. Rosalina had what she'd wanted. Catherine's title had been stripped from her and even her daughter, Mary, had been declared an illegitimate heir. However, she wasn't satisfied; something vengeful still stirred within her.

"Is something wrong with me?" she asked her butler as she tucked her feet beneath the blanket.

"Why would you think that?"

"I got what I wanted, right? So, why is it not enough?"

"I don't think anything is wrong with you. Perhaps you feel that the punishment doesn't make up for what she did-" He was cut off by the sound of the front bell. Sebastian strolled from the room.

"Who could that be at this hour?" she whispered to herself. Rose made herself comfortable beneath the blanket and waited for her butler's return. She didn't have to wait long.

"A message was sent from the royal household. It seems that Catherine is dead." Rosalina sat up in shock. "The king requests that everyone wear bright yellow in the days ahead as well as express great joy," he said smiling. "Obviously a contradiction," he added to himself.

"Yes, bright yellow is worn in mourning in Spain, correct? It's also quite the festive color, is it not?" she said nonchalantly. "When is the funeral?"

"Later this month. Will you attend?"

"Yes, I shall," she said settling into bed for the night.


A/N: Sorry if this one seemed a little boring, but I have to get the basic stuff out of the way before I get to more good stuff. More to come! It's getting easier to write now that I'm at that half-way point. NOTE: Might be some smutty goodness in the next one! That's why I thought I'd post this one early so we could get that that a little faster... :D heheh