The Butler's Kitten -Black Butler

Chapter 26- The Book of Murder Begins

Alexandra POV

"I'm exhausted."

Blinking open my eyes, I look around at my familiar surroundings. The weather was gross and it looked like we were going to get some bad rain soon. I shook off the feeling of teleportation as I took one more deep sigh and pushed open the door to the Phantomhive Manor.

Part of me wanted no one to realize I was back so I could slink off to my room and enjoy a little bit of peace before my day started up, but I didn't get that luxury.

"Ms. Alexandra, you're back!"

I watched as the servants came pouring in, itching at my head where my crown was starting to dig into my skull.

Mey Rin clapped her hands together. "You look gorgeous, Ms. Alexandra!"

I hummed, smoothing out my royal dress. Yesterday, I took the day off to deal with some royal matters now that I was up and running. I had been forced to wear one of my royal dresses for the speech I gave.

"I need to get out of this thing." I nodded my head as even Sebastian and Ceil emerged from the top of the stairs. "Really? A welcoming party? Aw, you guys do really like me."

Ceil sighed as they walked down to me. "The manor was so wonderfully quiet with you gone."

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes. "I'm assuming you just want to know how it went."

Sebastian took my bag out of my hands which let me start to take off these horrendous shoes I was wearing. "So sweet of you to go talk at Gwen's little princess society."

I glowered as memories of a screaming room of little princesses popped into my mind. For security, I had taken one of my top generals, and even they balked at a room full of screaming teenage girls.

"That selkie hasn't left the topic alone since her marriage." Frowning, I wrenched off one heel. "My email inbox has been flooded with requests to come speak at a WARP meeting. I can still hear their screeching inside my head."

Sebastian chuckled again as I plopped my heel into his hands. "You know, when you said you were marrying her to the Marwicks I was quite shocked considering the eldest heir was a sociopathic lunatic, but when he turned up mysteriously dead and she got to marry the considerably nicer second brother, it made me think you might actually have a heart."

"I'm not admitting to anything." I was working on taking off my second shoe. "But even from a political standpoint, that little psycho of a first son was unappealing. It's always better to have someone kinder in power than a megalomaniac. The second son is a pushover, though, letting her still mess around with that little fan club. Supporting her dreams or whatever."

Ceil huffed. "Seems even you won't subject someone to an annoying engagement."

I thought of my own ex-fiancé. "Shut up."

The little brat smirked, knowing he had hit a nerve. "So, how'd it go?"

With a monstrous sigh, I yanked off my second heel and relished the feeling of my feet flatly against the floor. "It was fine. I gave a stupid little speech about self-worth and power. The Q&A session was the most annoying part of it. We started talking about government policies for a good while, but it devolved from there."

The memories of their questions flooded into my mind.

'Have you really worked with the devil?'

Yes, I have, and he's a pain in my ass.

'How did you manage to get such hot generals?'