In Victorian England, the monarchy exercised absolute control over the political and social spheres of the empire. Queen Victoria, a symbol of power and stability, relied on a network of carefully selected nobles, who served as her emissaries and protectors of the kingdom's interests. Among them, her nephew, a young Marquis appointed by his royal blood, enjoyed unique privileges and responsibilities. Although your title came from your lineage, your ability to handle complex matters made you an indispensable ally for the Crown.

Rain was pounding on the windows of the Phantomhive mansion, while a thick fog covered the gardens outside. In the reception room, illuminated by the crackling fire in the fireplace, the young Count Ciel Phantomhive waited calmly, sitting in a dark velvet armchair. At his side, Sebastian Michaelis, his butler, stood, impeccable as always, adjusting a small pocket watch before putting it back in his vest. The atmosphere was silent, except for the echo of footsteps in the hallway, announcing the arrival of a visitor.

Sebastian opened the doors with a fluid gesture, allowing the entrance of a young man with an elegant door and a haughty face. The visitor, the royal house's emblem engraved on his coat brooch, strode forward with a determined stride until he stopped in front of the host.

Ciel: "His Majesty's nephew in my humble home? What a surprise, Marquis." Ciel bowed his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge his position without ceding authority.

Sebastian: "The young master is always prepared to receive visitors of such high rank. Please take a seat. A Darjeeling tea to begin with?" The butler gracefully moved towards the silver tray, letting the aroma of freshly poured tea fill the room.

Ciel: "I hope your visit brings interesting news. I do not usually entertain myself with trivialities." The sound of rain set the pace for the conversation, while the fire cast dancing shadows on the ornate walls.