【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

27

"I do wonder how Ciel and Sebastian are doing since last night." Murmured the lady as her dear butler assisted her, helping her tie her tie over her shoulders.

"You're thinking about them, and not the actual events of last night? Either way, you seemed rather insistent on coming back with me rather than staying. Was there...Something you were avoiding?" Ash questioned, looking at her reflection through the tall standing mirror while she adjusted her attire, fixing her hair as she smiled. Her gaze went from herself to her butler stood behind her.

Through the reflection, she saw how loose his neck collar was. Seeing a small red mark on his neck made her quickly divert her gaze, slightly embarrassed from the prior events. "Ahem, sort of..." She returned to her usual demeanour, "Commissioner Randall was supposed to come over that night to discuss things with Ciel about the previous case...And with them, housing Agni and Soma at the moment, things were sure to have gone awry. Not to mention I'm rather sure the Lord Commissioner doesn't take kindly to me being "Queen's Dove"...which..."

She turned on her heel, coming face to face with Ash, who was suddenly grabbed by both shoulders. He stared down nervously at his master, an eerie smile on her face, "You purposely didn't inform me of...The Queen had to tell me herself..."

"Well, My Lady, seeing as that during those moments we hardly saw each other—"

"—We wrote letters to each other almost daily."

[Name] loosened her grip on Ash's shoulders, looking back into her reflection in the mirror before moving her gaze to her vanity table, down at the open envelope containing the circus tickets. Her stomach twisted into an uncomfortable feeling, and the feeling of bile in her throat made her shake her head, dismissing the thought.

No, it won't happen. Not with her there. She'll make sure he won't experience that.

But for now, she supposed, she could enjoy what was there to offer,

"Shall we, angel?" Holding the tickets between her fingers, she smiled over her shoulder, "I have a feeling this will be rather entertaining for us both."

"I suppose the weather is rather adequate for a winter's day."

"Well, circuses are generally held in large tents, are they not? thus, rendering the weather irrelevant." [Name] laughed as her butler handed her her cloak. Walking down and out the front door, where a carriage awaited.

Ash held the carriage door open with a practised air of elegance, his eyes watching as [Name] stepped inside. He gave the roof a gentle knock to signal the driver, the carriage lurching forward as they began their journey.

"Well, My Lady," Ash began, his tone light and inquisitive, "where will you begin your investigation?" His act was back to the loyal butler, but still held hints of the angel she knew when they were out of public eye, small things only she would notice.

[Name] settled into her seat, tapping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "I think I know just the place, I will be meeting Ciel there anyway," she replied with a small smile. "But we have some time to kill. What do you say we stop somewhere for a bite to eat?"

Ash hummed in agreement, nodding. "That sounds like a splendid idea. And you can tell me more about this case while we dine."

The two spoke idly as the carriage rolled along the cobbled streets of London, their conversation easy and measured. When the carriage finally came to a halt, Ash stepped out first, extending his hand to assist [Name]. As she stepped down, her gaze swept the surroundings. Just a short walk from where they stood, she noticed a familiar building— the Undertaker's funeral parlour.