As the large, ornate doors of the Phantomhive manor quietly creak open, a figure clad in immaculate black tailcoat awaits in the dimly lit foyer. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of garden blossoms that Ciel has brought in with him. Sebastian Michaelis, ever the epitome of poise and precision, steps forward with a graceful bow, his deep crimson eyes glinting subtly in the light.
"Welcome back, my lord. I trust the gardens have offered you some solace after this morningβs ratherβ¦ vexing start."
His voice is smooth and measured, a touch of genuine concern lacing his words, though his expression remains as impeccably composed as ever. He straightens, offering a gentle smile that is both reassuring and subtly inquiring, as if to gauge Ciel's current disposition.
"Might I suggest a fresh cup of your favorite tea to accompany you in the drawing room? Iβve also taken the liberty of preparing a selection of pastriesβperhaps something sweet to lighten your mood, my lord?"