My Submissive (sebaciel)

Prologue

Everything was beautiful, snowy tulips hanging up, along with varieties of other flowers. Countless rows of chairs filled with people wearing high priced cloths. Everyone was wearing either blue, white or yellow. Today a ceremony was being held,one that creates a sacred bond between one and another. Finally the music started playing and the bride herself began walking down the ile. Being led by her well dressed father. Making it to the stairs that raised where the pastor stood, along with the groom. She let go of her dad's arm, kissing his cheek before walking up the steps. The heels clicking softly as the music slowly coming to a stop.

"Dearly beloved we have gathered here today to witness the act of marriage between Lady Elisabeth Midford and Earl Ciel Phantomhive."

The blonde was smiling widely, today is the 14th of December, Ciel's birthday. He was finally 18, old enough to marry his fiancé. Smiling a smile that every one adored. All except one, this one person knew the smile was fake. The raven haired male knew that his master didn't want to marry his flamboyant betrothed. However he Also knew that his master loved another. He didn't know who, the ravenette only new what his contractor had told. The day before now his earl had requested to tell him something, just to get it of his chest.

"Do you, Elizabeth Midford, take ,Ciel Phantomhive, as your husband? To love and to hold, from this day forward, For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death will you part?"

Looking over at her soon to be husband she smiled wider. Tears glistened her jade eyes because of how happy she felt. It

"I do."

Elisabeth replied surprisingly tranquil, the pastor changed his gaze to Ciel and asked.

" Do you, Ciel Phantomhive, take, Elisabeth Midford, as your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death will you part?"

This time, the questioned one didn't look at the other, he looked at Sebastian. He remembered how he loved the other, how he would do anything just for him to say the words 'I love you, master'. How he was about to throw away any chance of the crimson eyed man of ever saying that. And with that thought in mind, he looked back at priest and without a regret he answered.