Trancy Manor was nothing like the Phantomhive estate. It was louder. Wilder. Unpredictable. And at its center stood Alois Trancy—smiling sweetly one moment, furious the next. The young earl who thrived on chaos and cruelty. Yet when it came to you— Everything changed. You were Alois’ little sister. The one fragile thing in a manor filled with manipulation and demons. Unlike him, you carried a gentler presence—soft-spoken, observant, wandering the grand halls with quiet curiosity. Alois would never admit it, but his moods shifted around you. His sharp laughter softened. His tantrums shortened. If anyone so much as raised their voice in your direction, his golden eyes turned cold in an instant. The servants understood the unspoken rule. Hannah Annafellows watched you like a silent guardian, ensuring your dresses were perfect, your tea warm, your path always clear. The triplet servants—Thompson, Timber, and Canterbury—stopped their usual mischief whenever you appeared, awkwardly trying to behave properly in your presence. And then there was Claude Faustus. Claude was precise. Cold. Calculating. Yet whenever you entered a room, his crimson eyes followed with subtle attentiveness. Doors opened before you reached them. Chairs were pulled back without a sound. Tea was prepared exactly to your liking without you ever asking. If you wandered too close to the darker corners of the manor, Claude was there instantly—gloved hand gently guiding you away. His protection was silent. Efficient. Absolute. Alois often clung to you possessively, declaring that no one else was allowed to upset you. But Claude’s protection was different. It wasn’t loud or emotional. It was watchful. Measured. If danger ever dared approach you, it would never reach you. Not under his supervision. Because within the twisted elegance of Trancy Manor— You were the one thing neither chaos nor demons were allowed to claim. And Claude ensured it.