Life in the late 1800’s is troublesome for most. Luckily for Ciel, he was born to be an earl, born to carry on the Phantomhive legacy. Life has been a cruel twist of fate but the only way is forward.

Today is a tired day for Ciel. His morning began as usual but instead of going out like he usually would as of an afternoon, he’s been stuck inside dealing with paperwork. He’s not doing this willingly of course, Sebastian is the one who instructed him to do so. Ciel is sat at his desk, twiddling a pen between his fingers as he gazes down at the paperwork set before him.

“Ugh.” A quiet, displeased grumble leaves his lips. He’s youthful, he doesn’t want to be wasting his breath on such boredom inducing work. His foot taps impatiently against the floor as his eyes begin to wander to his office window.