Stubbornness

1

"Uh huh, sure." You said, not really minding what the words meant.

You began to move your timid body, the corset and dress around you did not help, you stood strait with the help of the black desk you were sitting at. No time to check the small mirror to see if you looked okay, no patience given either. You stepped out onto the docs and saw a silver painted carriage with blue streams trying to escape off of the top in the wind.

Family colors, huh? You thought, absent minded of the red ribbon in your hair, also trying to escape. "I wonder if it's to late to be reborn." You then wondered aloud to yourself with an empty chuckle at the end.

Stepping into the corresponding carriage your let out a sigh while closing your eyes. "Are you ready?" You asked yourself, letting only the cold air that flew into the carriage hear. "Not in the slightest." You answered under your breath.

The carriage began moving at a slow, but rapid pace and it was this time that you used to explore the city of London, after all you didn't know when you would be able to see it again since you had heard your soon to be fiancé lived in a mansion far from it.

The people, the children, the animals, the shops, everything looked lively in your eyes, so much more different from what your previous world had been.

In the corner of your sight, a large black gate came into view, it reminded you of the pitch black desk you had been sitting at just this morning. The gate opened without a word of communication, letting you through warily, but gracefully.

As your ride approached the front doors, a boy and a man could be seen standing in front of them, waiting. Your eyes fought to adjust to the darkness as to see the boy a bit better. He—you knew—was the one you had been told to love.

The carriage came to an abrupt stop and the driver stepped down from his post, he walked to the back and offered your door open, he then offered his hand and once again—without a word—you took it.

Soon, your wavy locks of hair would be dancing in the winter wind and your red ribbon you had so pleasantly knitted in it, would be threatening to disappear into the dark and cold London night.

The porch light which had only been emulating the shadows of the two gentlemen now shone on their faces brightly and for the first time, you could clearly see the one they called, Ciel Phantomhive.

Your eyes glistened when you saw him, you had drawn pictures in your mind, but none that could could ever dare to compete with the actual boy in front of you. He was of the most handsome of boys, a full grown man couldn't compete in your thoughts.

"You must be Countess Emberly." He held out a hand, a glove so eagerly wrapped around it.

"Yes, that would be me." Slight sarcasm surrounded your sentence.

You enlaced your red glove with his black one and followed him inside as the whistling wind seem to get further and further. The man next to him said nothing and nor did you. You did however, get the chance to see him bringing in your luggage from the carriage.

Ciel guided you through the house and up the stairs which had a magnificent beauty to them in the dim lighting.

"This is where you will be staying, my room is directly across it if you need anything," and just like that, he was gone.