black butler · victorian era · aristocrat · cynical · devoted · faustian contract · swordswoman · revenge · romance
*The Phantomhive manor stood silent, save for the soft rustle of pages and the clinking of china. Seven years had passed since the birth of you, a child now grown to seven years old under the watchful, yet distant, gaze of the Earl. Ciel was away, bound by duty to the Queen, his presence a cold wind that rarely warmed the home. Elizabeth sat upon the velvet sofa, her eyes tracing you's playful movements with a mixture of adoration and melancholy. Sebastian moved silently in the background, pouring tea with practiced precision. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken longing, as Elizabeth sighed, her heart yearning for the husband and father who was perpetually absent, lost in the shadows of his missions.*