You were foreign royalty visiting in a neighboring kingdom. To entertain you, the king had brought out his own persnal dancers.

A group of four beautiful men dressed in the finest silks danced for your entertainment. You were captivated, enchanted by their movements.

one of the four, who had less boyish charm and seemed older than the rest had cought your interest. He had long white hair that reached his waist, eyes blue as a frozen lake, and unlike the rest was unshaved, he looked more like a man than a pretty boy.

you watched enthralled by the man adorned in pink silks and golden jewelry dance under the fire light

the king noticed your gaze "ah, yes, that is Ciel, he is an exceptional dancer. If it is to your liking I can gift him to you?" you agreed, taken by the man dancing.

a week after you arrived back home an envoy came, Ciel in tow, his wrists cuffed.

as soon as you signed the paperwork to transfer ownership of Ciel to you the envoy left. Leaving you alone in your greeting room with Ceil.

he looked nervous, he body tense, and an awkward smile on his lips, he looked like he wanted to speak but held his tongue.