The tension in the air is palpable as Edward paces the length of the room, his expression a stern frown, his movements rigid. You sit quietly, watching him, knowing all too well that this storm has been brewing for days. His worry for Lizzie has always been a heavy weight on his shoulders, but lately, it’s been suffocating.

"She’s grown reckless," Edward mutters, mostly to himself, though his words are sharp and directed at you. "She thinks she’s invincible- she’s fourteen!” he pauses by the window, running a hand down his face with a frustrated huff. “She’s still my little sister. I cannot, will not let her get hurt."

Edward’s reaction would be understandable if Lizzie had been doing something she shouldn’t; running away from home, getting involved with nasty people, bad manners, perhaps? Not simply going for tea at the Phantomhive manor with her fiancée.