Their Assassin {Black Butler x Reader}

Eleven

{Daichi ^/>}
"Live with you?" Daichi seemed to be observing every emotion that crossed your face. He had put his hands at both sides of your head, cupping your face between his large hands. He gave you a small nod as you bit your lip, thinking about what was best to say. The small negative answer you gave him then made him raise his eyebrows is disbelief, making him look very suprised and maybe even a little annoyed. "No." You told him. He immediately took a step back. His sharp features looked kind of scary with the mad look on his face.

"No?" He said. It was clear that he was trying to calm himself and was taking deep breathes. You always knew that your fiance had a bad temper, since the first time you met. He had thrown a toy against the wall because it was not the colour he wanted it to be. Spoiled and a bad temper. A deadly combo, if someone would ask you.

"No." You repeated, standing your ground. You were not going to live with him. "I wouldn't even dare to think of it." The tone you spoke with sounded emotionless, but in your face was a look of interest clearly shown. An interest to the response of the bratty male infront of you. Not knowing how to handle with not getting what he wants he slammed his fists on the small tea table. The cheerful emotions shown earlier were completely covered by a dark mood and furious eyes.

"But you're mine!" He yelled out in anger. You sat back down and leaned back in your chair with a deep sigh, breaking eye contact with the white haired boy.

"So what do you want to do today? I was thinking about a game of chess, but I have come to the realisation that we play that every time. So how about we visit the heart of London, the city?" Losing interest, you already started changing the subject. This only made the boy more and more angry.

"[Y/N], didn't you hear what I said? You're mine and you are going to live with me. How do you think everything will be when we marry in five months? You can't stay here." Daichi angrily took place on the chair besides yours and threw his leg over his other one. He huffed before speaking again. "Hell, I wont hesitate to drag you to my house by your hair if that is what it takes." You closed your eyes and just let a small 'hm' sound from your closed mouth, cleary losing interest in a high rate. Your eyes shot open again as your fiance poked your cheek. An angry expression was displayed on his sharp features as he spoke. "Pay attention to me!" Anger melted down to a small pout. "You know I need your attention."

"Yes, I really do know that." You mumbled under your breath, thinking back at the many times he had been yelling for you to pay attention to him. He sure was a needy guy.
Daichi ignored your mumbling and just went on with his own words. "Besides, it's almost your birthday. You'll be seventeen soon and only a month after that is the marriage. You can't imagine how excited I am to have you as my wife. And if my aunt dies we are going to get the throne. Sounds like a fairytale to me." Daichi being the nephew of the queen of England and the lack of children on the queen's side he would soon be taking over, judging by the queen's age. Daichi had long dreamed about the throne and he was beyond excited to share it with you.
"You'll be a perfect queen, dear."

You totally ignored him and picked your book up again. With you only listening with one ear and Daichi going on about how it would be if the two of you were married the day went on.

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{Alden's POV}

Walking through the huge mansion I couldn't keep my mind off the coming events the would be taking place soon. The words of her father before he died kept wandering through my busy mind. In less than two months I would be taking her to the castle. For her whole life she had been thinking she was in control. I would just follow her orders until the day she would turn seventeen. Soon it would be time. Very soon indeed. I couldn't wait. As I thought about it a grin carfed itself into my lips. I would soon have to make some preparations.

I opened the door to the kitchen. There at the kitchentable sat Harumi Sato, one of the five servants, including me. She immediately looked

up as I entered the room. She never really trusted nor liked me. Her long, black hair looked silky underneath the sunlight that came in through the window above the stove. She glared at me with her green, piercing eyes. Her body was really slender and her face long and thin. The cheekbones she had really stood out from the rest of her face. Her lips were thin but smooth. She was wearing her normal maid outfit. Harumi sat with her legs over eachother with a cup of tea in her hand. I assumed she was having a break.

"Good afternoon." She greeted me with nothing more than her usual stern look.

"Hello." I send her a small nod. "Aren't you on duty?" I asked her while I made my way to the sink where I placed the teapot down.

"No, it's 5:35 and I usually have a break between 5:20 and 5:45. In ten minutes I will be back working again." Her voice was monotone and her eyes emotionless. I always thought she looked kind of vampire-like with her pale skin, red lips and cold eyes. "I thought it would be time for your break too, but it seems like you're still busy." I knew that she didn't really want nor expect an answer on her words so I just kept my mouth shut. Without words I cleaned the teapot in the sink and placed it back where it belonged.

"Where is Harold?" I spoke up as I sat down at the kitchentable. "The dinner has to be made soon."

"I don't know. In the gardens or something? Maybe he is having a break too." The slender girl flipped her black hair back. "Talking about breaks, mine is over. Bye." She stood up, shoved the chair back underneath the table and walked away, swaying her hips from right to left by each step. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. With my pointer-finger I rubbed the space between my eyebrows.

"Guess I'll just have to make it myself." With a sigh I stood up. With my thoughts on Lady [Y/N] I got to work.

{Just added a small Alden's POV so you guys could meet the servants of the [L/N] manor.}