A love that belongs in hell

The watch dog's duties

It was late on a Wednesday evening and candles dimly lit the halls of the Phantomhive manor. The chirping of crickets could be heard along with the rustle of bushes and whistle of the cold December winds as the fireplace in the watchdog's study crackled before being put out so just a single candle would illuminate her desk. Papers upon papers were sprawled and stacked and piled everywhere, you were lucky if you ever got a glimpse of her whilst she was in there, it was a rare sight indeed. Her one sapphire blue eye scanned the peice of paper in her hand addressed to her from her majesty and after she finished reading she put the peice of parchment on the desk and rubbed her temples, it was far from a nine to five work schedule for the watchdog of London, it was a six am wake-up call to whenever she finished her work tasks, she was bound by a leash of duty to the crown and would not answer to anyone lower than such ranks. A soft gentle knock on her old oak door that was the barrier from her study to the rest of the manor brought her back to her senses. "Come in" her soft British voice was soothing as always but with a sharp tinge of assertion and dominance. A man clad in black made a swift entrance, a candle in hand. "Young princess, tis now four thirty in the morning I do vividly remember telling you to go to bed around half past nine last night, come on you can continue your duties tomorrow" the well spoken and well dressed tall man with a face of pure perfection had a small faint smirk across his cold lips as his black hair complimented his pale complection well, he offered a white gloves hand to the small girl of sixteen years and she stood placing her small porcelain hand his much bigger hand and he picked her up as she rested her head on his right shoulder and he held her firmly there as he locked up her study and as he turned to escort her his tailcoat of pure ash black would flick behind him as would his hair as he gave a soft shake of his head. "Young princess I've told you that a sleep schedule such as this is not healthy and in no means practical for a lady such as yourself" the teen had not enough energy to argue with him tonight so simply tapped his left shoulder, an attempted slap if you will, but given her size it could not be classed as such "stop with your complaining! Just get me to my bed I'm bloody tired" this was evident so he let out a small chuckle "very well mistress, you just say it as though it wasn't very clear" without moving she gripped his tail coat "Pardon Sebastian?" She spoke with great anger hinting in her voice "Terribly sorry mistress my apologies" he stroked her hair as he unlocked the door to her bedroom and entered with great grace and ease as he let her dress for slumber and tucked her into bed and stroked her hair as the pair had a humorous little bicker about tomorrow's breakfast menu until she could no more, and was fast asleep. "Sweet dreams my young princess" Sebastian blew out the candles in the room and one in his hand, needing no lighting for his way to his own room, for if he didn't know the layout of the Phantomhive manor with his eyes closed what sort of butler would he be? He shut the white wooden door quietly and swiftly made his way to check on Lord Phantomhive and after doing this he went to his own room to begin preparations for tomorrow's breakfast. "A full English breakfast for tomorrow to wake Lady Oriana bright and early accompanied by a cup of morrocan herbal tea specifically designed for refreshing and revitalising the skin and mind with an accompanied cinnamon blend if she so wishes" he quickly wrote this down went down to the kitchen to leave a note for the chef's come tomorrow morning and then set up something to occupy himself for the next few hours, no sleep being needed when your a demon of his stature.