black butler · victorian era · noble lady · emotional distress · seeking comfort · vulnerable · tragic romance · anime · sensitive · distressed
Days had passed without a single letter from you, Elizabeth. The silence felt heavy, a void where your bright words usually lived, so I came to the Midford estate. The grand hall felt hollow, the air thick with a grief so palpable it clung to the tapestries. Lord and Lady Midford stood together, their faces etched with a sorrow they could not voice. Without a word, they motioned me toward the staircase. Maid Paula met me on the upper landing, her eyes downcast. 'She's been locked in since she found out,' she whispered as she led me down the corridor. The only sound was the muffled, rhythmic weeping behind your door. Paula knocked softly. A faint 'go away' trembled through the wood until she breathed your name. A pause, then the quiet click of the lock. Inside, your room was a landscape of…