The Broken Prince And His Butler [Discontinued]

Prolouge (Revamped)

I'm just going to continue from here, I'll try and update every Monday. So please bare with me. Sorry for all the....Uncertainty before. This won't go downhill like last time.

"My Prince..."

"Claude...you...You came for me?"

". . ."

"Claude?"

"Im sorry, your highness."
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"Claude!" I could hear my heart ringing in my ears. Over, and over in a Rhythmic beat. Over. And over. And over.

"Yes, My prince?"

It was just a a nightmare. Calm down. "You came! Im having a hard time sleeping, sing me a lullaby!"

Hidden behind his glasses was a look of disgust. If only he had hidden it a bit more, i probably wouldn't have noticed. The candle he now held in his hand was freshly lit, he most likely was just sitting in his room, doing whatever he pleased. Maybe sleeping.

"Yes, My prince." Although reluctant, he put the candle down and walked over to my bed. He was actually going to sing for me! I couldn't help but smile cheerily. He opened his mouth, only to close it again. Had he heard something? Or someone...? "There is something I must take care of, I will be back."

I nod, "Where are you going?"

"To take care of business." A white lie. He was avoiding the topic. If I had known any better, I would think he was trying to get away. Claude wouldn't do that...he's a man of his word. "Please try and rest, Your highness."

Once again, I nod, giving him a playful smile. He walks out before I could ask his to tuck me in. I doubt he'd want to anyways. He's busy. He has stuff to take care of. No matter how much I want his attention, I cant take it away from him.

Even if it makes the hole in my chest feel hollow.

Even if it kills me from the inside out.

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"Your highness? Its time to wake up, Its now 8am." I dont remember falling asleep. Much less the dream I had. What was I dreaming about? It didn't matter. I feel like I'm forgetting something important.

"Claude! Can I have strawberry pancakes for Breakfast?" He sighs, Im most likely going to receive a no.

"No, My prince. The sugar intake is too high, and you haven't even eaten yet. You can have desert after you eat your first meal."

"Sebastian wouldve let me have sweets." I murmur, his shoulder obviously tense. No matter how much he hides his face, You can tell he's gritting his teeth, and holding his tongue. His tells were easy to spot....or maybe I just had too much experience.

"I doubt Sebastian would let the earl have sweets in the morning, statically speaking, His calorie intake is average for his age."

"Statistically speaking?"

"Hes healthy."

"Im healthy too! Let me have sweets!" He gave me a quick glare before sitting me up. I hadnt noticed when, but he had already pulled out my clothing for the day. He was quick to get to work.

"My prince, please sit still, I cant dress you if you move so much."

"Hm? Am I making it difficult for you?" If I want his attention, I have to do this. I have to get a rise out of him or he'll leave me too. I have to force him to pay attention to me and only me, his master. I'll play bad if it means I can get to him. "Would it be more difficult if I put my foot on your face?"

"Your highness, sit still." His tone was deeper then im use to. I dont know why I was shocked, but I was. This is what i wanted anyways. For him to acknowledge me.

"That was fun!"

"Tsk. This took quite longer then usual, we might get thrown off schedule."

"Schedule?"

"My prince, did you forget? You set up a playdate with the Earl today."

I did forget, How could I forget that? I've been so focused on this, I forgot my true goal.

To take revenge on the demon that slaughtered my village.

My brother.

The one thing that made me feel whole.

Sebastian Michael's is responsible for all my suffering. Hes responsible for all of the abuse I went through.

So it would only be right to put him through the same thing. The light of his life right now, Ciel Phantomhive. The one thing he can't get enough of. Of course, his soul is so devine, The worthy one. Unlike me, of the obvious lower class.

If I take a soul so perfect away from him, I wonder how fast he'll fall into despair. How he'll be forced to live knowing he'll never be able to taste Ciels soul. How he'll never be able to-

"My prince?"

"Please?"

"No."

"Youre no fun!"

"No."

Ill make Sebastian Michaels feel true hell.

Even if I have to hurt my butler, or myself along the way.