【𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

21

Gloved hands held up a packaged porcelain doll, taken off from the shelf as Ash and his dear master were looking around to see if they had anything the young Earl might like. A blank stare as she stared at the doll, so perfect and clean. Empty eyes drilling holes into the doll's, both, equally voided. Her mind was elsewhere, definitely not on the Lord's birthday, or his peculiar letter. Rather,

Back to her original concern, her current situation, and her growing worries about her own change in behaviour. Gentle fingers brushed the box in which the doll was encased. Growing concerned about her reliance on the angel as her suspicions rise, "There's no way he finds me pure...It's in my blood, he had been long enough to know that I am not too kind either. He knows what I am. So does Sebastian probably...The one advantage I have is that that's the only thing they know about me."

The white-haired butler scanned the shelves, too, looking for anything the young earl may like. Before turning back to the shelves before him, cringing slightly as he picked up a rat pencil case. But unbeknownst to him...which isn't common; his own 'Master' staring at the back of his head, her face devoided of any emotion. "My heart and soul want to trust him, but the venom in my veins tells me otherwise. It should be obvious which one to trust, yet the toxin that had replaced my blood and thoughts of destruction and chaos tells me to know better than to trust a being of honour."

"...Couldn't you just...summon something?" He eventually gave up and asked, looking over to his master and meeting her dead eyes. His eyes widened just slightly as he tried to hide his surprise and confusion at her change in behaviour. She had been quiet ever since she had woken up. She gave up on finding something the young earl might like that he doesn't have already- or simply isn't impossible to have. 

The woman eventually let out a light sigh, closing her eyes and turning away, "Perhaps we should ask the Undertaker...He knows the Earl better than us," The butler was a bit disturbed, only yesterday was she admiring his eyes, smiling at him. And although he wanted to believe that she must've had a bad dream, he knew better; that the worst assumption is probably the most likely. But he was forced to simply nod, only opening the door for the lady as he followed her, waiting for her to start a conversation. But only the words of passing strangers met his ears,

Another thought also plagued her mind. The realisation of the circus. And the reason why she woke up again, in the beginning.

Her own abilities turning against her...She remembers distinctly telling the young lord something, something that it was too early for him to know. And- ironically enough, the abilities that curse her saved an oncoming disaster, like a reflex that she simply couldn't control. And as a defence mechanism, the time has reversed and she shall have the chance to get to know the Earl better, so when the time she had told him comes, it will be after they had got to know each other.

 And her phone! Yes, her phone that she had found during the circus...
That was something that did not come with her back in time, she knew not the location of her phone now and was scared to even try to summon it. She had also long forgotten the stranger Ernest Ivkin.