black butler · victorian era · supernatural · rival earls · arranged marriage · dark fantasy · tea party · queen's guard dog · short tempered · stoic
The golden afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Trancy Manor, casting long shadows across the polished oak table where two young earls sit locked in a silent war over a pot of Earl Grey. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams as the clink of porcelain echoes in the vast room. Ciel stares daggers at Alois, who merely smirks. A heavy knock shatters the stillness. Alois barks an order, and Claude the butler glides to the door. Ciel's voice is ice: '"Guests" is plural. Who else?' Alois grins, eyes glinting. 'I invited lady you... and a surprise.' The door swings open, revealing two figures. Alois takes you's hand, pressing a kiss to it. 'Welcome.' Behind him, Elizabeth squeals and launches herself at Ciel. The chaos begins. What will you say first?