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

Chapter 11: The she-butler, unstable

(Y/n)'s POV

Honestly, I wonder more than anything...

...why does Grey always have to make our entrances so...dramatic?

We entered the Phantomhive manor with aloud crash and explosion, myself and Phipps simply annoyed while Grey marched in with an ecstatic look upon his face. It seems we had found ourselves in the kitchen, accompanied by two of Lord Phantomhive's servants, the maid and the cook it seems.

"Hello there! Top of the morning!" Grey chirped upon entrance, myself and Phipps behind him, "don't mind us, we just stopped by for a little chat with the Earl."
"And who the hell might you be?" The cook growled as he and the maid took fighting stances.
"Me, why? If you don't like my answer-" Grey began, suddenly running at them with his sword, "-what are you going to do about it??"
The maid then chucked the large pot of stew that the chef was preparing at Grey, but the silver-haired man was quick to deflect it as if it were nothing. I simply sighed in annoyance, if I knew anything about Grey then it was that this fight wasn't going to last only a few seconds.

Grey held his sword up threateningly, and the smile that he bared was mischievous. The chef stared at him as if he were trying to predict his moves, and that was when the very distinct sound of gunshots rang out in the air, myself and Phipps turning to find that the maid had two pistols in her hands. There was no surprise in that, it was the Phantomhive manor after all. As long as Phipps and I stayed to the side we knew we'd be fine.

" Oh my...two guns is it? How spiffing!" Grey shouted, the maid continuing to fire shots at him while he ran around the kitchen, grabbing a pan and deflecting the bullets as he attempted to get close to her.
Once he was successful in the matter, he sliced right through the two pistols, with ease considering he had only recently had his sword sharpened and polished again.
"...but the advantage is my in a close quarters fight," he spun around dramatically, "you see??"
The chef came up behind him with a knife, but he was quick to notice, jumping and flipping by kicking off of the maid's chest right over the chef's head.
"Behind you!" He teased, landing on his feet once more as he went to slice right into the blonde man's face.
But what came to stop him was a sweet that had been skewered onto his sword, though he had barely missed the chef's face. What became clear was that the house butler had stepped between them with a tray of pastries, standing up straight once again and giving Grey a welcoming smile.

"Custard cream puffs? The filling was made by our very own Phantomhive chickens and is of the highest quality. We would be most honored if you'd try one," the tall, jet black butler explained as if Grey wasn't just attacking his fellow servants moments ago.
Grey eyed the sweet suspiciously before taking a bite of it, chewing before swallowing and licking his lips. 
"I suppose it's passable, if you go in for that sort of thing," he sighed as he flung the cream puff off of his sword, Phipps helping the maid back onto her feet.
"Oi Sebastian, who are these blokes?? Why the hell are they here??" The chef shouted, confused and angered at the situation and sudden interruption.
"Tch, bloke is it?" I scoffed, pushing myself off of the wall I was leaning against as us three butlers regrouped with myself between both of them.
"My name's Charles Grey, it's a pleasure and all that," Grey greeted briefly.
"My name's (Y/n) Price, pleased to make your acquaintance," I sighed with crossed arms, a monotone look about my face.
"And my name's Charles Phipps, a pleasure," Phipps finished, looping back to Grey.
"We serve for her majesty as part butler part private secretary," he said, tilting his head slightly, "based on what's called for."

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"A dinner party at the Phantomhive manor?" Lord Phantomhive asked, referencing to the letter that had been delivered to him by her majesty's three butlers, myself included, who were sitting across from him in his drawing room.