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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · ❝When a plan comes to bite back❞ · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
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‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚❝Good morning, Sebastian. I feel the sun is a lot brighter than usual, isn't it?❞
Ciel sat up with a smile, the young earl stretching an arm above his head as he flung his legs over the bed upon waking up for the day.
"You seemed rather energetic this morning, My lord, may I assume you had a good slumber?"
Sebastian held a calm light smile, preparing his young master to be dressed for the evening. Ciel couldn't help but for his smile to threaten to become larger than it already was. "I slept absolutely delightfully..."
"Could it be, the reason for your delightful slumber would be you were able to put a seize to the princess's suitor ball?"
"I won't lie...But I'm sure I don't have to state the obvious either." Ciel released a gentle laugh that erupted from his lips, such an odd and rare occurrence.
Head lulling back ever so slightly as he continued to laugh with pure amusement, "You should have seen how speechless she truly was! And to think she could play such a petty game of chicken in my manor?"
Once the Earl was finished, the two were wandering in search of the princess. Of course, with the thought of seeing her rather unpleased of being unable to find a suitor. "My lord, if I may, do you intend on continuing to repeat the rejection of her finding a suitor? I'm sure she wouldn't give in quite easily."
"Of course, this is (Y/n) we are talking about... she is very ambitious and doesn't take no for an answer. I need enough time until I can see what needs to be done with her..."
Ciel responded, the man knew he couldn't stop you from trying to seek another suitor. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if you tried to seek one right away.
But for some reason...just the thought of you being betrothed to another makes him sick.
If she knew who I was...would she truly act like that?
"Oh my my my...I don't think the young master is going to like this!...not one bit!" Mey Rin muttered to her colleagues who stood beside her, snooping through the doors that led to the garden.
Baldroy rested his hand on his hip watching the scene before him, the cook feeling his stomach twist with just the thought of Ciel seeing what they were snooping on.
"He's gonna blow his head off! No doubt...maybe we should hide any swords so he wouldn't gut the poor fool..."
"Baldroy this isn't a joking manner! We can tell something is up between the Princess and the Young master! Remember?" Finnian whined out, the gardener grasping his blonde strains in distraught.
Mey Rin nodded, the maid who was secretly shipping the young earl and princess together felt her heart-shattering. "You saw how they were gazing upon one another last night?! Such love-...Forbidden romance! Young master is betrothed to Lady Elizabeth oh yes he is! But the way Young Master and The Princess danced their way across the floor, you could just feel the burning in their hearts!"
The maid placed her palms on her fevered cheeks as she happily swooned over the forbidden love story that was cooking in her mind.
Baldroy released a low scoff, the cook moving his cigarette to the corner of his lips exhaling the cloud of smoke through his lungs. "Well you can wish that little romance of yours away...no doubt it will be gone once Young Master finds out."
"What am I finding out exactly?"
The trio nearly felt their souls jump from their bodies upon Ciel's abrupt voice, the three turned their bodies seeing Ciel's heated gaze fixated on them with Sebastian approaching them beside him.
"Young master!"
The trio greeted him with a soft bow, beads of sweat glistening on their faces as their anxiety nearly flew to its peak.
"What are you three eavesdropping now?" Sebastian questioned, at his words their obvious fright came to view as they began to stammer not only over their words but their feet as well.
"N...Nothing! No one!"
"Yes! No one is the garden young master! No not at all!"
"We were just getting ready to leave!"
Forcing nervous smiles across their lips, Ciel's eyebrows knitted not falling for their poor excuse of trying to stir his attention from the garden.
"Move out of my way."
Ordering simply, the young man stepped through the trio who continued to sweat profusely as they prepared for all hell to break loose.
Ciel's fingertips brushed against the door his movement freezing upon hearing shared familiar laughter seeping through the crack of the oak doors.
"Oh, Princess you are funny just as you are beautiful, my friend! Such enjoyment being in your presence!"
"Hm? Friend? Now, Now you are the one who's being funny! Fiancées do not call one another friends, Soma! Call me your wife."
Stars nearly glistened in the prince's eyes, the tanned male sat in front of you across the small table that held the tea cups and danishes for your morning tea.
Fever rising to his cheeks, the man nearly leaped across the table just to kneel in front of you. Holding your hands in his with delicacy, his eyes gleaming in pure love.
"Please forgive me, Princess! I don't wish to call you the wrong title...as your future husband it's my order to make you happy in every way possible!"
A warm smile stretched across your lips, you tucked a strain of Soma's plum-colored hair behind his earlobe.
"I know you will not disappoint, my prince."
Flashing him a closed-eyed smile, Soma nearly felt himself weak to his knees. His heart beating against his chest as the prince took everything in him not to pass out just by your beautiful features.
"What the blood hell do you think you're doing?!"
Both you and Soma turn your heads and eyes towards Ciel who stood a few feet away from the two of you, the Earl's features twisted in pure rage. His eye fixated solely on Soma's hands that grasp yours.
"And what the hell do you mean, she's your wife?!"
