Lost in Time

Proposal

~Emilee's POV~

As Alois and I continue eating--me picking at my food, since I don't eat human food--he pauses and sets down his fork and looks at me with those big baby blue eyes.

"Ms. Emilee, I have an offer for you." He webs his fingers together in a serious manner

"I'm listening." I set down my utensil and take a gulp of tea.

"How would you like to be my personal maid? You would have to tend to all of my needs, help Claude with setting up dinner, preparing my tea, and entertain me as well." His eyes bore into mine, casting a spell on me.

I gulp quietly and I think about his offer. Maybe by being his personal maid, I can repay him for his generosity and kindness. Plus, I'll have a place to stay and warm food.

"I accept your offer, what shall I call you now?" I look down at my half-empty plate.

"Call me 'your highness'." He smirks.

I nod. "Yes, your highness. Excuse me," I get up to go to my room and I don't dare to look into the eyes of my new master.

Before my home was burned, I was a maid to a rich family. After the man and his wife were killed, I retired from being that family's maid. But, now, here I am. A maid to Alois Trancy. Another rich fellow...

I shut my door and put my phone away, and I change into sweatpants and a tank top. I crawl into the large bed, and sink further into the sheets, my tears staining the pillow and making my eyes red and puffy.

I miss my brother and sisters. I miss my brother waking me up every morning with a gentle peck on my forehead and a light shove. I miss my older sister's cooking, my other sister singing while brushing my hair. But now, they're gone... They weren't able to escape the fire that engulfed our home; they're all dead now.

My sobs become muffled by the pillow, I don't want my new master to see me so weak and pitiful. So, I turn to the only thing that helped my mind rest with ease.

(Warning ⚠ self-harm is involved. I don't support self-harm)

I grab the small box holding my blades and lighter, sitting on the floor against the bed; I open it and see three blades, and one silver lighter. I grab a blade and press harshly into my skin, I hiss and wince as the cold metal slits open my scarred wrist. I do this a few more times while watching the crimson liquid form into small drops and oozes down my arm. I can feel my thirst burn in my throat, I suck on my arm to relieve the burning sensation. Then I take the lighter, flip it open and hold the flame to my forearm--by now, my body is used to the stinging pain of the flame--and burn my skin. I hold in my cries of agony as I wrap my injuries in gauze; I climb back into bed and close my eyes as sleep finally takes over.

~Timber's POV~

I walk down the hall to check on Ms. Emilee, but then I smell blood and burned flesh. I quickly run to her room and stop at the door. The smell is coming from inside. I carefully open the door and see that she is sleeping, laying on her left side. Her amethyst and sapphire hair lay on the pillow and I spot a small tattoo on her neck.

I sigh and leave her room quietly. My brother, Thompson, catches me leaving Ms. Emilee's room.

"You smelled it too?" He whispers.

I nod. "But, it seems that the girl is alright."

He walks with me back to our quarters and we stay quiet about the event tonight.

~Alois's POV~

Claude dresses me for bed, his eyes expressionless. A few minutes later, his eyes widen. He stands up and sniffs the air.

"What is it, Claude?" I ask climbing into bed.

He shakes off whatever is bothering him. "Nothing, your highness. Sleep well." He leaves my chamber.

I rolled over, restless from today's events. I can't stop thinking about Emilee. She's different from the girls I've met; she barely tries to impress anyone but somehow, she still manages to do so.

What is bothering me the most, however, is that she's very close. She barely talks about her and her life before all of this. I wonder why that is...

*Time skip - before dawn* ~Emilee's POV~

I wake up before everyone, get dressed, grab my knife, and go for my daily run. As I run through the thick woods, I sense something following me. I open my blade and throw it at a tree.

"Very nice aim, Ms. Emilee." Claude comes out from behind the tree.

"What are you doing?" I pant, grab my knife, and take a short rest before returning to the manor.

"Making sure you don't get hurt, my master's orders." His golden eyes show no emotion.

After my heart slows down, I run back to the manor to get ready to wake up Alois. I put on the outfit that Claude gave me.

I twist my hair into a tight bun, and I change my bandages before slipping the blazer on. Claude goes over the master's schedule for the day with me, and then he gives me the master's clothes -- I'm supposed to dress him?-- and I walk down the long halls to his room. I slip in and set the clothes near the bed and open the curtains.

"Good morning, your highness. Time to rise and shine." I quietly sigh before turning toward my master.

"Morning, Emilee. What's on my schedule for today?"

"At 9:00 you have a meeting with Ciel Phantomhive, at 2:00 you have a meeting with the Prime Minister of France. After that, your schedule is open to doing as you please." I begin to undress him, noticing that he has a sculpted chest and protruding abs. I put on his shirt and button it.

"How did you sleep?" He asks.

No one has ever asked me that since my brother died.

Buttoning his pants, I say, "I slept as well as I have been able to, your highness."

After putting on his socks and shoes, I stand up and fix his tie around his neck-- avoiding eye contact with him.

"Emilee, is something the matter?" He breaks the silence.

"Of course not, your highness," I say in a monotone.

His finger lifts my chin, but I continue to not look into his eyes.

"Look at me, Emilee." He orders.

I hesitantly glance up at him, and automatically, I'm hypnotized by his captivating eyes. He leans in, our faces only centimeters apart. What is he doing??