Till Death Do Us Part (Black Butler)

Chapter Ten

~Lucille's Point of View~

We returned from our hunting without incident and weighed down by our sport. However, I was met with a seething Silas as we returned to the manor. His mystic green gaze pierced through me with such an intensity I felt my heart stutter in my chest.

"Uh-oh." Enzo chuckled as Silas stood at the door with his arms folded over his chest, "Our little mistress appears to be in trouble."

Cyril took the game I had killed from me and disappeared after Anders and Enzo with a soft chuckle as Silas rounded on me. Before I could get a word out in my defense, Silas let loose.

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been? What were you thinking? You could have been killed. We know nothing about this area or any potential enemies and let's not forget you're French and the English aren't particularly fond of the French!" He snapped resorting to his native tongue.

I listened carefully for any sign of anyone near enough to hear us, once content there was no one within earshot I responded softly, "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself and I was just trying to get closer to my betrothed."

Silas threw me a plaintive look.

"I guess you're losing your touch." I teased him.

Silas chuckled at this, "Your betrothed seems to have many enemies. Alas, one got away from me." His forest like eyes twinkled at this.

"So, this little outburst is all for show?" I smirked.

"Not entirely, you did act recklessly, trying to leave your shield behind." Silas scolded me.

I smiled feeling bold and confident, "I can always trust my shield to protect me."

His wild woodland eyes softened. "Always." He promised. "I gather you took care of the one who escaped." It wasn't so much a question as a confirmation.

"A warrior cannot rely solely on their shield." I smirked. Sensing someone drawing nearer I switched tactics, "I'm sorry I left so suddenly without telling you, but I promise I was being careful and Master Cyril was with me to protect me." My voice was soft, sweet and laced with apology.

"Please see to it you are more cautious in the future, Lady Lucille, we know nothing about this land and many English are on poor terms with the French." He caught on to our intruder and returned to his worried act.

"Don't be so hard on my little bride, I gave her permission to come along and she did a marvelous job." Cyril joined us in the entryway, his dark eyes glittering with an unnerving sense of curiosity.

Silas offered him a strained smile and a stiff bow.

I chanced a look in Cyril's direction and saw amusement dancing in his dark azure eyes. He was such a mystery to me. At times I felt he was always playing a game of chess that he himself had orchestrated, like he knew what every move would be, it was unsettling.

I turned to take my leave to my bedroom for a much-needed nap and froze as I saw a seething Casimir standing in the doorway. It was my turn to chuckle. "Looks like I'm not the only one in trouble."

Cyril blanched slightly before holding his hands up for peace as Casimir bristled readying to unload a scolding like no other. "It was her idea. What kind of gentleman would I be if I refused the request of my little bride?" He threw me a mischievous grin and I gaped as Casimir turned on me.

"He's the adult." I reminded Casimir with an innocent smile and held back a laugh as he swiveled around and jabbed Lord Phantomhive in the chest with his index finger.

"That was completely irresponsible of you. Hunting, weapons and the woods are not things a young lady should be involved with. It's dangerous, what if she'd been hurt? We could have had a war on our hands." Casimir snapped at Lord Phantomhive, "Anders said you were at-."

"That's enough, Cas." Cyril's voice cracked like a whip causing me to jump at his sudden outburst.

Casimir threw me a wary look before bowing his head, "My apologies. I'm just worried for the young lady's safety is all." He'd been about to mention the attack that Cyril thought I had no knowledge of.

I stepped forward and placed my arm in Casimir's, "You can scold me over tea, if it will make you feel better, since it was my idea."

"You're not in the clear just yet, young lady." Casimir bristled once more regaining his composure. "Hurry inside before you catch your death out here." He offered me a kind smile as he steered me into the manor.

"A word please, Silas." I heard Cyril call as Casimir whisked me to the parlor for tea. Silas would inform Cyril of the men he'd disposed of giving away some of his skills but earning some trust in the process.