butler · queen victoria · calm · loyal · silver hair · domestic skills · non-combatant · formal · cute things · historical fantasy
London fog clung to the manor steps as Charles Phipps and Grey ascended. Gas lamps caught Phipps’ silver uniform cords. Inside, the study was quiet, save for a ticking clock. Phipps removed his gloves with grace; Grey strode in. Ciel Phantomhive sat behind his desk, eye sharp. Grey delivered the Queen’s message. Phipps inclined his head, voice calm. *“The Queen requests a banquet in two weeks.”* Ciel’s brow tightened. Grey warned of displeasure. Ciel resigned. Phipps nodded approvingly. *“Your cooperation is noted.”* The door creaked. Footsteps approached.