Momentum [(UNDERTAKER X READER)]

#29 - Good Instincts

The ride to the Phantomhive's London Manor was quicker than expected. I sat back and enjoyed the scenic views from the tiny window until the carriage reached the house. Both horses neighed in relief, and not a second too soon a black dressed butler opened the carriage's door, offering me a helping hand. I took it, gladly.

"Welcome, doctor Quinton. I hope your journey went smoothly." Said Sebastian, escorting me down the small steps.

"Oh, it was marvelous. I've never seen those sides of the city out of work, you see. It was truly a pleasant travel." I said, sincerely. 

"The Phantomhive house is most happy to hear it. I'll make sure my lord receives the compliments." He grinned politely, taking my little suitcase and leading me upstairs. A big door was already open for us, and I accompanied him right inside, taking off my surcoat and top hat. He had it hanged in a nearby closet.

It was a rather modest Manor, for an aristocrat. However, I must remember: this is not the main manor. I'm sure the one outside the city holds more majesty. This one is small - well, not exactly small, but not uncomfortably wide as a mansion generally is. 

Although, truth be told, I tend not to get involved with aristocracy. Everything I saw in both my workplaces just show how awful rich and spoiled people can be. The one big reason I'm not in distress with the young Earl is his easygoing way of dealing with us, common folk. He doesn't treat us differently at all, if we're not his servants.

The second one is that I like the boy's usage of logic and cold blood. He thinks rather than feels and this is absolutely necessary for his place as the Queen's Watchdog. I do despise the Queen and her position above society, but the boy is exceptional, there's no questioning that.

"Doctor Quinton, would you mind waiting here for a moment? I'm afraid my master is still not quite ready to receive our guest." He gestured for a comfortably looking small sofa, in one of the walls of the entrance hall. It faced the mahogany staircase leading upstairs, resting right under one of the front windows.

I shrugged. "Not at all. Please do take your time." I said.

"I apologize for the small hindrance." He said, bowing in front of me.

"Oh, please, do not. There is no reason for you to apologize." I said, slightly flustered. "Go fetch your master, I'll be patiently waiting right here, darling."

"We will be back soon." He said, a wide smirk taken by his lips. After that, he left for the second floor and I was alone to take a better look around.

The floor tiles were made of black and white marble, making an elegant chessboard pattern. The wallpaper was stripped in shades of blue  and grey, giving a solemn aura to the whole room. Behind me was a tall window, taller than Undertaker even if he was standing. From it's glass, a red tint, typical within the dusk time, showered me whole.

I took my seat over the sofa and delighted myself with the view. Rich people do have some pretty places, don't they?

It didn't take long until I heard footsteps and the clicking of a cane coming from the stairs. Soon they were in view: Sebastian, the black butler, and Ciel Phantomhive. Classy footsteps took them downstairs, and I got up to greet them formally.

Ciel raised a hand, as if dismissing it. "Doctor Jay. Please, you're my guest. Make yourself at home, no need for formalities. I believe you've seen way more of me than a mere acquaintance."

He finally crossed the last step and extended his tiny ringed hand to me. I shook it, firmly.

"Welcome to the Phantomhive's townhouse." He said, a polite smile taking his lips. He truly acts all grown up, as a true gentleman. It never ceases to amaze me.