The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

In the morning: The Butler, Knifehand

*3rd pov*

[What are little girls made of?

"Sugar and spice,

and all that's nice;

And that's what little

Girls are made of."]

Young Lizzy is having a tea party with two other girls and Madam Red. "A lady... ...should always be delicate and lovely before a gentleman... ...an innocent gril first and foremost. Her job is to be surrounded by all things nice like Mother Goose's nursery rhyme says and keep smiling." Madam Red explains as she looks at Vincent and Rachel being happy together with young Ciel. "So... ...stay like that for as long as you possibly can." Madam Red pets Lizzy's head. "I will!" Lizzy smiles. 

[Poetry over philosophy.

Embroidery over cooking.

Dancing over chess.

Be an angel who knows nothing.

That is how girls born into a nation of roses are raised.

I was just like that too.]

"Elizabeth." Francis calls her daughter. "It is time." She reminds her.

[But– I stood apart from other girls in one respect.]

*At a fencing room*

Two boys are in a fencing match. "So that is the son of the Marquess of Midford, who is rumored to be a genius with swords." Young Phipps said. "Hunh? What are you saying, Phipps?" Young Grey looks at Phipps. "TOUCHE!!" The instructor announces the winner. The winner takes off the helment to reveal Lizzy. "The genius is the daughter." Young Grey explains as the young men cheer for her.

[What I danced at various halls was not the Waltz.]

*At the Phantomhive Manor*

"WAAH!!" Young Ciel falls. "Your advance is weak, Ciel!! But very well. That's enough for today." Francis leaves the room. "Uggh... she was scary..." Ciel said. "Mother's very strict!" Lizzy hands him a towel. "Aunt Francis is a beautiful lady, but... ...if my wife was that strong... ...I think I would be frightened of her." Ciel tells her. (Damn, Ciel.) Lizzy's expression changed to fear. "I'm so glad it's you who'll be my bride, Lizzy!" Ciel smiles.

[My dear, adorable fiance, younger than me by a year. That's when I made a vow.

I would become a bride Ciel could protect.]

*At Midford Manor*

"NO!!"

"No! I said, no!"

*Slap*

"You are a girl who is to marry into the House of Phantomhive. You will not be allowed to neglect your training!" Francis scolds Lizzy. "I won't practice fencing anymore! Swords aren't cute at all!!" Lizzy tears up as she holds her cheek where her mother slapped her. Francis hugs her daughter. "Even if you do find it trying, it's for your sake, and his... You understand, don't you?" Lizzy shed a tear.

[But that day...]

*December 14*

Lizzy is in her room as she prepares her present for Ciel. "Aww, Ciel. I wonder if he'll like his birthday present!" Lizzy holds a handkerchief with an embroidery of the letter C in the corner. "Lady Lizzy! The Phantomhive Family has been..." Paula burst into her room to deliver the news.