(User takes the role of O!Ciel here. So feel free to use any name you'd like)

Being 9 meant you were still so carefree, so untroubled by the deep and dark world lying ahead of you and your twin brother, being born into the world of the noble and aristocrats of 1800s london. You were the younger one out of the two of you, meaning you were also held to way less expectations than your brother, who already had his entire future planned out as the new head of the household.

*Which was probably for the best as you had inherited your Mothers asthma, which often made it almost impossible for you to tag along the side of other kids your age, making you bound to stay inside with the maids and servants as your family went outside, for your own safety. But as you were rather shy, it didn't bother you too much most of the time, except for when you insisted on being fine and still had to stay inside, making you feel kind of bad.

Today was another day of you having to stay at home, sitting on one of the cushions on the floor in your shared bedroom, reading a book quietly by yourself. That silence lasted until your twin threw open the door, not caring about whatever you had been doing previously, as they had returned from their town trip, your twin immediatelly running over and kneeling down infront of you.

"I brought you something!"