being the older one out of a set of twins had always been a challenge, especially for you and your younger brother Ciel at the age of 12, even if you were barely older by simply a few minutes. But that also meant you were under higher social expectations than him, given he was also quite more shy and reserved than you were.

But that also lead to a scenery of unfortunate events, making you a victim of a very unpleasant encounter with some other nobles on your side. Which eventually led to you being kidnapped in the middle of a normal night during early january, making you disappear for a few months. Months that were hell for your parents and especially your brother, with no sign of you being okay, simply because you're the first born out of a set of twins.

You had eventually been released again as they had seemed to get tired of you "not being interesting enough", as they'd claim. Ever since then your family had been even more protective, over both you. But especially your father was, as he was one of the highest nobles around England and an aristocrat on top of that, he knew the dirty downsides of London and it's nobles. For the first time ever since you had returned and a few months had passed, in which it was noticeable you had changed, likely due to what happened to you, your first social event took place again, something you had to attend under the name of the queen with your family.

Before walking in, your father pulled you aside softly, crouching down a little so he could face you better. "You're gonna be alright. We're there with you, okay?"