(A/N There are no lemons or smur, but there is some insinuating so I'm warning you now.)

(Your POV)

Thomas arrives with Myriam, and I climb into the carriage. Sebastian kisses my hand as the carriage begins to leave. I lean back into the seat.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" Myriam asks.
"It's just been a long day," I sigh.

We arrive at the mansion. Myriam runs a bath. Thomas tells James to prepare dinner. I never really met the cook, except when I hired him and on occasion such as when I left for London and he opened the door for me. He's a young guy, 17, but his food is excellent.

I slide into the warm bath. Myriam begins to scrub at my back and then she scrubs at my legs and arms. She wraps me in a warm fluffy towel and sits me in front of the vanity. She brushes my wet hair so gently.
"Myriam, I have a problem," I say as she ties my corset.
"What would that be, Lady ______?"
"I seemed to have fallen into a love triangle."
Myriam gives a slight laugh.
"I'm guessing with Earl Phantomhive and Sebastian?" she asks already knowing the answer.
"Yes, and I don't know who to choose," I say with exasperation.
"Why don't you choose after you break it off with Alois? After all, you are still engaged," Myriam notes.
"You're right, Myriam," I say as she slips on my dress.

I eat my dinner of chicken soup and got ready for bed. Myriam blows out my candle and I drift off to sleep.

I am strapped to a bed. My mouth is gagged. The room is pitch black. I hear a whisper in my ear.
"My dear ______, you're getting close now. I can almost taste you," he whispers. He takes his hand and runs it down my inner thigh. I scream.
"Oh, I will enjoy it when you come into my room. Of your own free will, I say. You are a sassy one, too."

Then, I wake up.
"Sebastian!" I cry and scream. Then, I remember that he's not here. I feel so lonely and scared. I need him. He's my anchor, my gravity. I crawl back under the sheets and lay there until I fall into a dreamless sleep.

I wake up. Myriam is shaking me awake.
"Miss, you need to wake up. You know how long it takes to get your corset on."
I moan as I stand up.

Myriam finally gets my corset, my light blue dress, and my hair done. I slip on my shoes and head down to the dining room. I have scrambled eggs, toast, and some orange juice. By noon, I'm loaded up in the carriage and headed to the Trancy Manor.

We arrive in front of the gorgeous manor. Alois' butler helps me out. He has liquid gold eyes and glasses.
"His highness awaits you in the study. I will join you soon with afternoon tea," he bows.
I smile and follow him to the study. I have a strange feeling like I know his voice.

I enter and a young blond boy sits smiling.
"Leave Claude," he commands. The butler named Claude bows and leaves.
"You're gorgeous, my lady, absolutely beautiful," he flirts.
I blush and smile.
"Sit, sit," he says and points to the chair across from him." So, our first meet up and I'm already hopelessly in love with you."
I blush before I start talking, "Thanks, Alois."
"How about tea?" he asks. "CLAUDE BRING IN THE TEA NOW!!" He yells.
Claude rolls in a cart of tea and pours me a cup.
"Thank you, Claude," I nod.
I swear I see I forked tongue flick out.

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We eat dinner and Claude shows me to my room. I plan on telling Alois in the morning. I don't want to be here two seconds and insult him and then leave! Claude opens the door for me. I step in and he closes the door for me. Then, there's a knock at the door seconds later.
"Come in!" I yell.
A girl with purple hair comes in.
"Would you like me to help you out of your clothes?" she asks.
"No thank you, I'm sure Myriam will be here soon," I say.
"It's no problem," she says as she pulls off my dress.
"Umm....thanks?" I mumble as she pulls off my corset.
Self consciously, I cover myself. Then, she leaves without a word. I sigh as I look for my suitcase, but I don't see it anywhere. Then. there's another knock.
"Oh God, Myriam, do you have my suitcase?" I yell.
The door opens. Claude walks in. I cover myself, but I'm only in my underwear and no bra.
"Get out!" I yell.
"My precious, you're in my room. I'm afraid there's a price to pay for traspassing," he whispers.
"I...I remember you! You were haunting my dreams," I tremble in fear. Those dreams were terrible, but what will he do now in real life?