You two fell in love immediately. After the party, he claimed you as his princess that was destined to be with him. It was only natural that you moved in with him. You kept in touch with everyone at Phantomhive Manor of course; we were your best friends. And a month later, you happily announced your pregnancy! You were living a lovely life without flaws.
The nine months went quickly and you birthed two lovely twin daughters, both with bright hair like their father, but one with you color eyes rather than his. It wasn't until they turned one that something bad happened. You'd received word that your fiancé, proposed after the twins' birth, had died.
After that, you broke down. Could you even handle two girls on your own? All that crying after three a.m. and changing and feeding. You needed help. So you called me. And I agreed to help you raise the twins for as long as you needed me.
***5 YEARS LATER***
"Mummy, look!" your youngest daughter said excitedly, running up to you with a flyer in her hand. She looked the most like him so at first it was difficult to look at her without crying. And today, the three of you were in town walking around the shops.
"What is it?" you asked her.
"This man gave me a flyer for his doll shop!" she squealed. "He said he would love to make a doll after me! Can I go?!"
"Alright, but I'll be there in case something bad happens," you agreed, taking hold of both your daughters' hands. The flyer had an address on it and soon enough you were in front of the store. It was tucked away between two large buildings, almost as if was hidden. But the dolls on display in the window were lovely. They were extremely lifelike.
"Let's go!" your girls said gleefully. When opening the doors, you were met with music of a nursery rhyme. The familiar tune of 'London Bridge' filled your ears and sadness struck your chest. It was Drossel's favorite song to sing to your girls when they were babies. It was often difficult for them to sleep without hearing the tune at least once.
"Welcome, lovely princesses," a warm and familiar voice said. You gasped silently, crumbling inside. When the person stepped out, your eyes blurred with tears. It was Drossel, dressed in something similar to what her wore the day you met. He looked completely good as new. It was good and scary at the same.
"What's wrong Mummy?" your older one asked, seeing your upset face.
"That's your daddy, sweetie," you said in a whisper tone. Her face lit up and both her and her sister let go of your hand to hug their father.
"Daddy!" they both squealed at the same time. He looked at the two with confusion. They reached out to hug them, but he only denied.
"Drossel, they told me you were dead," you said to him. He made his way over to you, no emotion in his eyes. Looking deeply at your face he smirked.
"Ceramic," he said so only I hear. "You would make a beautiful ceramic doll. Along with those two little beauties."
"They're your daughters, Drossel. Your twins. Don't you remember them at all?"
Realization struck his eyes. He softened up completely and opened his arms to me.
"Come here, my princess," he said with the smile you love. You wrapped both arms around him, crying into his chest. You had missed him so much.
"My two little princesses," he began. "They're so big and beautiful."
"Go say hi to them," you said through your tears. You let go, taking his hand and turning him around to face your kids. They looked up at him for a split second before running for him again. The two were crying because it was the first time they'd seen their father in a long time. They didn't remember him at all.
All four of you had a large family hug full of tears. That is, until Drossel's body tore away from yours harshly. You looked up to see him dangling like a puppet from midair. You had no clue what in the hell was going on. He grabbed a gun from off the wall, the look on his face one of confusion. It wasn't until it was aimed at you that both of you began to panic.
"Drossel, stop! What are you doing?!" you shouted as you hid yourself and your daughters underneath a table to avoid flying bullets.
"I don't know!" he shouted back. It wasn't his intention to shoot you he was being controlled. Then, right through the glass window, Sebastian burst in. He took hold of the gun and snapped it in two as though it was a cookie. His gloved hands wrapped around your boyfriend's neck, choking him.
"Quit it!" you cried, not wanting him to die a second time. "He's not in control of his actions! It's not his fault!"
"Sebastian! Release him and cut down his strings!" Ciel yelled from behind you. "This is an order!"
Demon eyes glowed and he let go of Drossel. Instead, he took hold of the puppet strings and pulled them off of him, freeing him. His first instinct was to cry and apologize to you over and over again. You insisted that it was okay, and took one of your daughters into your arms. He took the other and both of you carried them home.
***1 YEAR LATER***
The two of you were married a month after he returned. Your daughters couldn't be happier that now they had their daddy back. Not only that, but a little baby brother on the way as well.
