[F/N] had just arrived in London from a trip to France and was now standing in front of the Phantomhive mansion, accompanied by her butler Francis. The blue-eyed male fumbled with his long, dark hair that reached past his shoulder blades and was tied into a neat and perfect ponytail and placed on his shoulder. All the while having a much-too-sweet-to-be-real smile displayed on his slender features that seemed to make him a chick-magnet of sorts.
He caught [F/N] staring at him with a blank expression and smirked at her. She scoffed and said, "Don't flatter yourself, you narcissist. I was just thinking that you need to get a haircut cause you look like a hippy." She silently smirked as she watched his face change from cocky to something that looked like 'I-just-learned-how-babies-are-made.'
He then regained his cat-like grin and replied, "Well, my lady, that must be the highest compliment I have ever received from you. I will treasure and relish in your kind words." She let him indulge in his self-praise as she turned to the mansion before them.
She knocked on the door and it almost immediately opened. Her [E/C] eyes came into contact with ones of a mesmerizing brown that seemed nearly crimson. In front of her stood a tall, raven-haired man whom she assumed was the head-butler of the estate. He wore a butler suit and had a pin with the Phantomhive family crest engraved on it.
"You must be Lady [F/N] [L/N], I presume?" the man said with a firm, smooth, and accented voice. [F/N]'s expression remained nonchalant. She had encountered a great many number of handsome men, all nothing short of predictable. In the end, all are pretty much the same.
"Why yes, I am. I assume you are the head butler of this mansion. Sebastian Michaelis, correct?" she said calmly and elegantly. She was a lady after all. What's a lady (or any European person at all for that matter) without her fancy talk?
The man looked surprised. "...You don't happen to be one of my stalkers, do you?" he questioned with a teasing smirk.
With this, she was taken aback. What was it with men and their narcissistic interpretations?! But her butler seemed amused and the sugary grin he always seemed to wear 24/7 grew even wider as he chuckled at the young lady's reaction.
"My my. He seems to take you for some kind of stalker girl, my lady," Francis mused with a sweet, yet amused, smile. He turned to the butler with a flattering closed-eyed smile and said, "My young mistress here simply wanted to do a bit of research on the mansion and people she'll be living with. We hope you don't mind."
That's right. She was told to start living here by order of the Queen. It was said that the details would be further explained at the mansion when she arrives.
She thought back to her family long ago whom also received orders from the Queen when they were...trustworthy. Her family didn't really care about her more than they cared about the company. In fact, they absolutely resented her. Her parents and brother were murdered and she was kidnapped. However, she mysteriously returned. After that, she became head of the Victoria Industries.
If she hadn't returned, someone would've taken control and run the business according to their will and desires. But no, she came back and ran the company successfully all on her own. Some would offer her 'help' on running the company and dealing with company affairs. But they were just a bunch of pigs trying to earn the favor of the head of a major company. So she just turned them down plainly.
[F/N]'s entire family has never shown her love, consideration, or even sympathy. Even now. Everyone thought that now that the [L/N] family was dead, they would have a chance at their fortune and fame. But, she was the obstacle that came back from hell. They used the idea that she may have been the reason for her parents' death as an excuse to keep their distance.
