(Y/n) (M/n) Carter was a beautiful yet mysterious young lady. Nobody knows much about her, only that her mother died when she was at a young age leaving her father to care for her.
She's being pressured into finding a potential husband by her fathe...
(Y/n) stood and walked to her bed, stopping where her dress had been lied out for her. Yuma walked over to her dresser pulling out a fresh corset as (Y/n) let her robe slip from her shoulders, leaving her bare.
Yuma made his way over to her, not paying any heed to the fact that she stood bare before him. He wrapped the corset around her and tightened the laces. (Y/n) wheezed when he pulled to tight and looked over her shoulder to glare at him.
"Do not suffocate me." She said sternly. Yuma mearly smirked, and pulled tightly on the laces once more. Only when (Y/n) shrieked his name and ordered him to stop he tied the corset chuckling to himself.
Yuma helped her into the dress, fixing anything that was out of place. Once done he looked her over and smiled. "You look lovely Mistress," He complimented. (Y/n) looked down at her dress and back up at Yuma. "Any particular reason you chose this dress?" She questioned. "It is a ball being hosted at the end of summer."
"I chose this dress solely because of that reason. Since it is the end of summer most women, young and old, will be wearing bright colors. Such as red, orange, pink. You've always been one to go against what people expect of you, so I thought a cool color would be perfect. Such as blue."
Yuma walked around (Y/n) in s circle, gazing at her dress as he continued to explain.
"Yet I still felt as if that wasn't enough so I chose this dress. A blue corseted top with a sequent band at the waist. The skirts are a beautiful blue, same color as the corset, but is mixed with teal."
Yuma stopped in front of her once more, the smile never leaving his face.
"Your dress shall be a reminder of what people desperately wished weren't true. That summer is at it's end. Fall is soon to arrive and then winter."
(Y/n) let a smile rest on her face as Yuma went into her closet and came back out with blue pumps, same shade as her dress. "Do you always put this much thought into what I wear?" She questioned as Yuma knelt down and put the pumps on her feet, (Y/n) having to put a hand on his shoulder as to not fall. "Of course Mistress," he replied smoothly as he stood up. "What kind of butler would I be if I didn't?"
She shrugged and walked over to her full body mirror. She stared at her reflection silently for a moment. "Yuma," She called out. Yuma walked over to her with her favorite ring in hand. It was a simple ring with a silver band with an amethyst gem stone on it. Her mother had given it to her.
"Yes mistress?" He asked respectfully taking her right hand and slipping the ring on her middle finger. "Why do you follow me so faithfully? All the other servants tire of me..." Her voice was soft, fragile. Yuma gave a soft smile and kissed the gem of her ring and stood up. "Because of a promise."
(Y/n)'s shattered heart broke a little bit more.
'So that's why he follows her so faithfully? He doesn't actually care? He just wants to keep good on a promise?'
Yuma must have saw the look on her face, because the smile that was on his face was replaced by a frown. "Young Mistress, please do not make that face. I may do what I do because of a promise but I do care for you so don't think otherwise."
She looked up to meet his gaze, eyes dull. "Promise?" Yuma's smile returned to his face. "Promise. Now your father is most likely waiting for you, shall we go?" Yuma held out his arm and (Y/n) sighed, hooking her arm through his. "I suppose, I do not want to hear his mouth about me making him late and lowering the Carter image." Yuma chuckled at what she said and escorted her out of the room.
They walked through the dimly lit halls taking lefts and rights until they reached a stairwell, her father standing at the bottom. He looked up as they walked down and smiled. He grabbed his daughters hand when she made it down the stairwell and pulled her to him.
"You look lovely my dear, as always, but isn't this a summer ball?" The man threw a pointed look at Yuma, who still stood at the foot of the stairwell, then looked back at his daughter. "Most young women, such as yourself, usually wear bright colors like pink to an occasion such as this." He added.
(Y/n) frowned and gave him a scrutinizing look. "You do not like it?" She questioned. Beads of sweat ran down Emmit's forehead. "Of course-" She cut him off with a glare. "Then do not question it. Let us go." She turned her back to her father and made her way over to the large mahogany double doors that lead outside. Yuma following after his Mistress, a smirk resting on his face.
He opened the doors for her as she made her way to the carriage that was waiting in front of the mansion for them, her father quickly following. The chuffer opened the carriage door for her and helped her in, her father following after. The chuffer closed the door and took his place up front with Yuma, grabbing hold of the riens. With a whip of the riens and a neigh from the horses they were off.
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