His Butler, A Father

The Selection

       It is a week before the party and a familiar screech is heard from the entry hall.

     "CIEL!" Elizabeth screamed, her eyes glistening at the sight of the hall.

     "Why hello Lady Elizabeth," Amelia greeted with an inward groan.

     "Hello, where's Ciel, and who's the party for?"

     "The young Master is out on business and the party is for a coronation."

      "Who's the coronation for and am I allowed to attend?"

      "The princesses of the Province of Helvete and yes you are allowed attendance."

     "Oh yes! I absolutely must help with the decorating, it's so dark and dreary in this manor as is."

     "Unfortunately Milady, you are not allowed to decorate. This ball will be based on the traditions of my family's homelands thus I will not be having you drowning the manor in pink." 

     "But why not?"

     "Pink is a disgraceful color in my country. Anyone seen wearing it is considered dirt, Lady Elizabeth."

     "Disgrace! What kind of foul country do you come from Amelia!"

     "One that doesn't take cheek from insolent high-born brats."

     "How dare you! You-"

      "Madame if you wish to keep your invitation, I would stop talking that way."

      "Hmpf, stupid wench!" Elizabeth hissed, her voice barely below a whisper.

    "I heard that, Milady." Amelia smirked at the girl's upset reaction.

     Hours of arguing later,  Ciel and his butler returned home. Elizabeth complained about her lack of privileges concerning the coronation.

     "The Kings, princesses, and prince have decided to hold this coronation by their country's standards. No exceptions will be tolerated," Ciel stated.

    "Awe that's it! I've had it, who are these royals. They need to be taught how to throw a pr-" She was interupted be an echoing smacking sound.

    "You will do well to remember not to disrespect me and my family, lady Elizabeth." Said Lucifer, rubbing his stinging hand as if appearing out of nowhere was normal.

    "Who are you!" Screeched Elizabeth, rubbing her now red cheek.

    "Lucius el Marceos III, King of the Province of Helvete, father to Sebastian James Michaelis, grandfather to Amelia Katherine Michaelis, Amanda Jane Michaelis, Addeline Claire Michaelis, and Eveline Hope Michaelis." Lucy answered.

     "What? Sebastian and the girls are royalty," repeated Lady Elizabeth.

    "Correct, young lady." Chuckled Undertaker, also appearing from nowhere in particular.

     "Hello Daddy!" Exclaimed Jade, joining the conversation, she too coming from nowhere.

    "Ah, now that everyone is present. May I introduce the royal family of Helvete," Chorused Ciel, a smirk on his face.

    "Why is Royalty serving someone below them?" Lizzy asked, her squeaky voice cracking.

     "That, My Lady, is a long story." Answered Sebastian with a grin.

     After calming the small blonde down, the group decided that was enough excitement for one evening. They had tea in the parlor, before heading off to bed.