~The Queen's Butler...Arrogant~ (Charles Grey x Reader)

Chapter 19: The she-butler, in tears (short)

A/N: So for absolutely no good reason I decided to make a mini playlist for the reader's and Grey's relationship bc y'all are cute af. Anyways here it is y'all. 

Willow - By Jasmine Thompson 

Exist for Love - Aurora 

I hate you then I love you - Celine Dion & Luciano Pavarotti   (This song is literally perfect to describe yours and Grey's relationship)

Bug Eyed Beauty - Josh Pyke

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Grey's POV

I sat across the room, from her bed.

(Y/n)'s room, (Y/n)'s bed. 

We had returned home when the light of dawn cracked from beneath the horizon. She was my priority, so I ensured that she was taken safely back to the palace by Phipps before I took care of Woodley a little later into the morning. When I myself returned back home, I refused to leave (Y/n)'s side. I had already done it once, I could never make that same mistake ever again. Even though I was tired from the little sleep I had gotten at the Phantomhive manor, and emotionally exhausted from watching (Y/n)'s asthma attack, even though Phipps had offered to take care of her while I got some rest. I wasn't going to leave her again. I had to make sure she was okay with my own eyes, I had to know from my own person. 

She was so pretty, the way she was lying. Her hair was neatly sprawled out across the pillows her head was laid on, her hands were neatly folded into one another atop her bedsheets, and even though I could hear her breathing from all the way across the room, she looked so peaceful. 

All I wanted to do was crawl into that bed with her and hold her against me, comfort her and kiss her all over her face, all until she felt better. 

Though I figured that would've been the last thing she wanted of me in that moment. 

The hour was currently 11, in the evening - or night, I should say. That meant I had officially gone 24 hours without sleeping, and obviously I wasn't feeling too great because of it. 

All that stopped the dark from fooling my eyes was the meek glow of the candle that sat on (Y/n)'s nightstand, one that illuminated her perfect face. Unfortunately, that candle didn't have much longer before it would have completely melted and gone out, which meant that if I wanted to stay with (Y/n) any longer then I'd have to leave her to retrieve another candle.