I regret it..

Watched

POV: Ciel

As i watched her carriage disappear through the trees into the landscape, i felt a cold hand on my shoulder

"My lord, you know you shouldn't do this, it's too risky, you don't want them to send someone after her, do you now?"

"..., prepare some tea for me, Sebastian."

POV: Elizabeth

I was sitting in my carriage drawing in my sketchbook, because of the weather it would take some time till i got home, so i tried to keep my mind busy. Though at the same time, it was empty, the night didn't go as expected, when my mind was clogged like that all i could draw in my sketchbook were simple bunnies, after getting tired of it i decided to look out of the window to see if anything could catch my interest.

 entranced by my musings, i peered out of the carriage window into the moonlit night.It looked nice, i was taking in the scenery until. In the shadows, a mysterious figure briefly materialized, playing tricks with the moon's glow. I squinted my eyes, unsure if my eyes deceived me.

Perhaps it was a trick of the shadows or a figment of my imagination. There's no way a human being would be able to keep up with the speed of the carriage. Despite this conclusion, a subtle shiver crawled down my spine. The ambiguity of the sighting left me perplexed, a lingering sense of disquiet unsettling as the carriage continued its journey.

Flashback at the trancy manor, 1 week before the called of engagement 

"So, claude, did everything go to plan?"

"Yes your highness, I did everything you requested"

"Good, so i take it you are making it hard for that bastard Phantomhive? Don't forget, we are going to crush his soul before making him mine"

"I  indeed am lord, ive even been setting a plan to sabotage his engagement,"

"Now aren't you being a good dog, not that i even knew he was engaged, we could make them break up or even worse, what about i send hannah over to kill her?"

"I think.. That may work, her name is Elizabeth Midford"

"Midford? Never heard of her, am i obligated to pay her mind?" he said, rolling his eye in annoyance and boredom, playing with the glass of wine in his hand

"Shes pretty well known for her swordsmanship and looks?"

"Mhm?" he looked up, meeting his servant's eyes for the first time during the conversation.

"I do have a photograph of her your highness"

"am i supposed to care about this girl?" he spoke while holding his hand out not interested in anyone but himself, the young man was quite the narcissistic

"Im sorry for speaking out of turn your highness, i thought since she was Phantomhives betrothed you might have been interested"

The blonde scoffed before giving a sneer and scronful smile

"Well i guess then shes worth an ounce of my time" he said, sticking out his hand for the photograph to be placed in the palm of his hand. It was folded carefully, though he didn't return that favor by opening it inattentive

"Now lets see what eyesore caught the earls attention"

But only to be slapped in the face by his own words gazing on the photograph  

he found himself captivated by an unexpected turn of emotions. Leafing through a collection of photographs, his eyes lingered on the image, Earl phantomhives fiancée. A striking blonde, her beauty unfolded like a blossoming flower before him.

In the realm of noble expectations, Alois had anticipated a conventional charm, but the photograph revealed a beauty that surpassed his assumptions. Her features, delicate yet possessing an innate strength, left him in awe

As he gazed upon the photograph, a stirring warmth enveloped him, and an unfamiliar admiration bloomed within.

 had sparked an emotion that defied the constraints of rivalry.

I want her

was all what was going through him at the moment while flashing a needy grin and a sinister laugh following.

"Claude, change of plans, i want this girl to be mine"