Her Demon, His Demon, and the Story of Us - A Black Butler Fanfic

Curry Catastrophe

The audience erupted into whispers and "wows"! as the Queen and her escort walked up the isle.

"My word!" The announcer exclaimed bowing his head and putting his hand across his chest, "Hey Majesty Queen Victoria, mother of England, has favored us with her honored presence!"

"It's... Her Majesty..."

I frowned. I was happy to see her, really. The Queen of England was a national symbol, and us Brits worshiped her like she was a god. But... The Queen was dressed in black from head to toe, with a long, thick black veil completely covering her face. I couldn't see any recognizable part of her which resembled the Queen I'd once laid eyes on so long ago. I understand wanting to lament the death of one's dearest, but... The amount of black she wore was concerning. Even her hands were gloved by the darkest grey. But, the dark clothes weren't the only thing which concerned me. Her Majesty was incredibly short. As short as Ciel. As if she were still a child, and not a 65 or so year old proud monarch.

Her partner towered over her, if we were to compare the two. And with that, taller than most average men. He had white hair and purple eyes, fair skin, and wore a white and violet suit with gold trimmings. On his breast pocket was a medal of honor, colored red and silver. Reminds me of somebody... though... I can't quite remember...

"I can't believe she really came!" Another audience member exclaimed.

"She seems to have lost quite a bit of weight," Some man in the audience commented. She didn't loose weight, you idiot. She shrunk by at least a meter!

"God save our gracious Queen," Viscount Druitt was suddenly standing up at the front of the room, singing. The audience quickly joined.

"Long live our noble Queen,"

"God save the Queen!"

"Send her victorious,"

Even Ciel sang along, loyal dog that he was. I sighed and joined with them, singing the nation's anthem to Her Majesty. 

"Happy and glorious,"

"Long to reign over us,"

"God save the Queen."

The two reached the front of the room and the escort led the Queen over to the chair of honor, sitting her down on it. He then bent over, and the Queen lifted her hand to cover her mouth as she spoke to him. 

The escort smiled and stood up, looking out at the audience, "Her Majesty bids me to tell you, "I apologize for my inability to appear before you for so long. However, I am now in such perfect health that I may even enjoy curry again. My late husband Albert was very fond of curry as well. I look forward to examining "the fruits of your labor."

The crowd exploded, clapping and shouting wildly to communicate their affection. 

The announcer pumped his fist again, "And with that, allez cuisine!"

I looked down at Ciel for help translating. He was too awestruck to notice.

"It means: Let's cuisine. Or, let's eat," Lau said from behind me. I turned to look at him, nodding my head in thanks.

The chefs went to work quickly, whipping up pots and pans, tossing spices, and lighting burners. I looked at Sebastian the whole time, not particularly caring about the performance of the other chefs. He looked confident, and totally involved in his work, throwing in salt and other spices.

"What is he doing?!" someone in the audience suddenly called out, sounding distressed. I quickly located, only to see them pointing up at Sebastian. The man was adding chocolate to his curry.