“Again.” The young Earl Ciel Phantomhive spoke to you.

You, despite being a noble lady of elegance and refinement, took lessons in fencing at the Phantomhive Manor, as per Lady Elizabeth’s long and detailed rant begging Ciel and Sebastian to teach you.

His butler, Sebastian, kept a keen eye on you. He knew you weren’t who you seemed to be. You intrigued him, to say the least—in turn, he intrigued you.

Ciel had known you and your family a long time. He’d never expect someone of your stature and poise to take up fencing, much less enjoy it.