Intimate Interlude (Black Butler//SebaGrell)

Chapter Three

Song for this chapter is 'The Forgotten' by Green Day, provided on the side. Enjoy~

Bright, glittering rays of sun shone through the window panes, bringing the element of warmth into the guest room, the only source of light so early in the morning. From the view, the gardener Finny could be seen hard at work, tending the plants, yet simultaneously trying not to hurt them. Inside the room, Grell was sprawled across the mattress in a wild position, a peaceful look plastered on her face. A knock at the door, accompanied by a shy and squeaking voice awoke the young baroness. "Lady Grell, are you up?"

Long eyelashes fluttering, Grell cautiously opened her green eyes as she sat up. "Yes, come in." She yawned, sweeping her lengthy red bangs out of her face as she stretched her arms upward.

The door creaked open, revealing a shaking ans nerve-wracked Mey-Rin, carefully balancing the door open with her foot; while keeping a tight hold onto the platter in her hands. "I'm so sorry to wake you, Lady Grell. But I've brought your breakfast, yes I did!"

"No, no, it's quite alright, high time I woke up anyway." Grell insisted, brushing the clumsy maid's apology away with a wave of her hand. Her green eyes rested on the contents of the platter. Fried sausages and french bread were decoratively surrounded by various fruits, topped off with a steaming cup of tea.

"Bardroy woke up early to prepare this just for you, yes he did, my lady. He tried his best not to completely scorch the sausages..." She mumbled, shakily setting the plate on the bed stand to the left of Grell. "The tea is Earl Grey, the master's preferred and our specialty." Mey-Rin added.

"Thank you." Grell said, cupping the teacup in her hands and sipping from it, savoring the drink inside. "Do you know the time?" 

"Seven-thirty. Your mother said that you'll be leaving for London at-"

"Nine." Grell answered from her, taking another sip of the Earl Grey. "I think she made that clear last night." she stared into the dark liquid contained in the porcelain cup, admiring its deep, rich, tone. "Thank you, Mey-Rin. You are dismissed."

The perky maid bounded out of the room, her hair bouncing behind her. Grell took a moment to enjoy her meal, sitting on the edge of the bed with her bare legs dangling. She made her way to the washroom, leaving the tray on the nightstand with nothing but a few crumbs littering the platter, alongside the empty teacup. She lazily threw on her glasses and brushed through her crimson-stained hair, adding an equally red hat to the top of her head. Although she loathed the object with a passion, Grell kept in mind her noble status and the fact that she would be seen in public, both resulting in the need of looking presentable to society.

She quickly pulled on a garish garnet dress, again with a hatred for the clothing article. Filled with layers upon layers of fabric and ruffles, the full-bodied gown was something she wouldn't want to be caught dead wearing. "It's for appearance, a good representation of myself and my family name." Grell reassured herself as she took a look in the mirror. But even as the words fell out of her mouth, the falter in the voice still sounded like it was in disbelief.

With her shoes barely on her feet, Grell rushed out of the guest quarters, the heels of her boots clunking uncomfortably behind her with every step. She kept a hand on her head, helping balance the hat she had chosen to wear that day. Pas the empty dining hall and abandoned drawing rooms and studies, Grell began to wonder where on earth everyone else could be.

Climbing down the main staircase and into the entrance hall she was greeted in the previous day, Grell was positive she overheard a conversation occuring. Sneaking over to the left wing, which its door was left wide open, she had all the confirmation she needed. "So, Ciel. What would you like to do once we arrive in London?"