Dog Toy (Ciel x Reader)

Third, Together.

(Author's Note- Well sorry for being such a horrible little crap who didn't think she should update her stories, but hey~ I have returned to the land of th living!)             

                  No one is innocent.

Ah, that's good. Now we have gotten you caught up with yourself. But one last thing before we see Earl Phantomhive, what is your daily routine mi'lady? You don't remember? Then don't worry, I have this chapter for you.

A short distance from London, just beyond a sparkling river surrounded by wood, stands a well-kept manor house.  Its resident is the head of the (Last Name)  family, a minor and not very well known aristocrat. Her day... begins with an early morning cup of tea.

"Mi'lady, it's time for you to wake up."

A sharply dressed young man enters the room, a butler. He carries a tray of food with him, none prepared by himself. His mistress would never let him touch her food, for the deep hatred she had for the butler made it feel as if food he prepared was ment to poison her.

"For today's breakfast, the chef has prepared boiled eggs and link sausage, with sauteed mushrooms as a garnish and a scone on the side. We also have wonderfully prepared rose hip tea, how many spoons of sugar would you care for?"

The young maiden rolled over in her bed to face the sunlight coming through the newly opened window and sat up, yawning.

"Two..."

  The butler nods, pours the tea, and dutifully mixes in the two spoonfuls of sugar, afterwards handing the cup to his mistress.

"The schedule for today is free until fourteen o' clock, Earl Ciel, of the Phantomhive estate, will be visiting and discussing business on order of the queen."

The young girl stopped sipping her tea for a moment and raised her eyebrow in question, "Phantomhive, of the Funtom company? The queen's guard dog?"

The butler simply nodded.

"Yes, mi'lady. On order of the queen, he will come to speak to y-"

The butler was cut off by a crash and a scream of," BA-BARWIIIICK!"

"Excuse me Mi'lady, it seems I am needed else where..."

The aristocrat only nodded and went back to her breakfast as the butler left the room.

The butler walks down the long winding halls, towards the sound of the yell, wearing a face of slight annoyance.

The girl finishes the breakfast and tea, then begins dressing her self for the day.

The butler's name is Barwick.

The young aristocrat is (Name).

As long as anyone can remember, the two have been together.

(Name) finishes dressing herself in an elegant turquoise dress that cascades down her side's, the blue ribbon in the back being tightly fastened. She then leaves her room and enters her study, where most of her awakened time is spent. She sits there hour among hour finishing papers as she waits for the few events of the day to happen.

She sits alone,
Upon her throne,
Made of blood,
And broken bone,
In her tower,
She watches them cower,
In fear of a thud,
Of her frail body hitting pavement.