~The Queen's Butler...Arrogant~ (Charles Grey x Reader)

Chapter 10: the she-butler, bound

(Y/n)'s POV

A week had already passed since the incident in which I was proved less able, and I was already back to walking without the crutch, though such was still with a slight limp. My fellow servants helped me out with basic chores, which I would have found more endearing if they weren't basic chores. I'm almost positive that they had all forgotten that I was very much capable, even under such circumstances. If I wasn't, then what good was I as a butler? But nevertheless, I still appreciated it, even if it was slightly irritating.

Though still on the week passing note, it was soon to be time for Lord Trancy's arrival at Buckingham palace. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I was anxious, in fact. I really did hope that this visit would play out well, considering both mine and Trancy's heads were on the line. But I had already began planning, should this whole situation go south. And I was going to get it down all to the last detail before the Queen could take out any form of execution on me.

The hour was nine in the first half of today, and Lord Trancy's arrival was scheduled for very soon. Grey and Phipps prepared themselves at the gates, with intentions to escort them inside, while myself, Sophia and John waited by the Queen. Sophia had just finished preparing tea when the doors of the drawing room open and my two fellow butlers and the guests made their presence known.

"Your majesty, Lord Trancy has arrived," Phipps announced, the woman nodding as Phipps and Grey let the young blonde in with his tall, jet black butler.
The boy bowed for her majesty before taking a seat in front of her, crossing his legs over one another and interlacing his own fingers together with a straight posture and a sweet smile as to make himself presentable. But I knew all too well of the boy's true nature, nothing more than a slob, a gross little pervert, though I wasn't about to announce that to everyone in the room.
"Welcome, Lord Trancy. I hope your trip wasn't troublesome," Her majesty greeted, almost dully, though the boy seemed to ignore her tone as his smile sweetened.
"No, it wasn't. It's always a pleasure to come and visit you, your majesty," he replied with the most sugar-coated voice he could manage, and I had a feeling that anyone in the room could have seen right through it.
"As is it to have you," her majesty replied, not as enthusiastic but still polite as she always was to her pets.

There was a short silence. I could feel the intensity that sat between Earl Trancy and Queen Victoria's eye contact, it was beginning to contaminate the air and as a result was numbing my senses. From where I was standing in the room, with my back to one of the windows and my front facing Lord Trancy side on, I could get a reasonable view of what I saw in both of their eyes. Lord Trancy simply looked as he usually did, mischievous and childish, like a brat that needed a decent hiding. But when I glanced in her majesty's direction, I noticed that she was firm, but gave a look that indicated she would listen before she made any judgement or actions.

"I understand why your trust in me isn't so high at the moment, your majesty, but now that I have the chance to explain myself to you, I hope the damage to our relationship can be repaired," Lord Trancy began in a soft voice, the Queen nodding as she waited patiently for her answers while the boy continued, "I'll admit, the snooping was impulsive. There was no harm intended with it, and whether you believe me or not is your choice. But I must let you know that in that snooping, I found that we have a common enemy. Ciel Phantomhive. I want him dead because he made a contract with the demon that killed my dear little brother."

I felt my mind twist a little at his very last sentence. Demon...? What the hell was that supposed to mean? This boy was clearly mentally sick, that much was clear. I was confused, yet...intrigued. I managed to chuck a glance towards Grey, Phipps and Sophia, and noticed that they themselves also had puzzled looks to their faces. Though when I looked toward John, I found that he was un-phased by the statement, and her majesty only looked intrigued. I was hoping that it was just a metaphor for his underworld work, considering demons did come from the underworld mythological-ly speaking.