This was requested by Princess Jasmine over on Quotev! I missed watching Black Butler, so this was really fun to write! Beware, some spoilers for Alois.

When Alois had brought here to the Trancy estate a couple of days ago, Anna had begun exploring as soon as she had been allowed. Of course, there were the grounds and the kitchens, but as soon as Anna found the library she finally felt at home.

Alois was meeting with his uncle when Anna found the library. It was huge, with floor to ceiling shelves just full of books. Anna immediately began exploring, finding a book about unexplained emotions that seemed interesting. She found a comfy chair, beginning to read.

The book was interesting. Each chapter was a new emotion, with full explanations and plenty of examples. She gently pushed the book back in its place as Alois came in.

"Anna, my little butterfly! I am so glad I found you! Look what I found in the gardens," Alois said happily.

Anna turned, surprised to see a bouquet of flowers held in Alois's extended hand. Anna smiled, gently grabbing them, "Thank you, Alois. How did your meeting go?"

Alois began to talk, his voice rising high and flying low as he expressed exactly what happened with his uncle. Alois led her out of the library, walking her all over the castle. The entire time, Anna's mind was on everyone else. They all had parents, families, separate lives away from the Trancy manor. What was this feeling?

Sonder.

It was days later when Anna found herself in the kitchen, watching the servants as they ran around and prepared lunch for her and Alois.

"Can I help?" Anna asked for what must have been the eighth time since she walked in.

"Miss Anna, Master Alois has asked us to make sure you don't work!" One of the maids retorted as she rolled dough.

Anna sighed, "Of course." Stepped one, two steps back before leaving the kitchen.

No matter where she went in the manor, no one would let her help. That was Anna's thing. She loved to help. Without being allowed to help, she felt out of place.

Monachopsis.

That night she was sitting on her bed, getting ready to sleep. She had just gotten out of a relaxing bath a few minutes before and was braiding her still-wet hair so it would have waves in the morning.

Anna wrapped a strand of leather around the end of the first braid, effectively securing it. Her fingers wrapped around the other half of her hair, and she began to weave it. It was deathly silent in the room, the only sounds that did appear seemingly getting amplified.

With the last braid secure, Anna slipped into her nightgown. The bed was calling her name, and she collapsed into it, allowing her mind to slip away.

But it didn't. Instead, she became fully aware of how fast her heart was beating, how loud it was. How could it be this loud? Was it going to pump right out of Anna's chest?

It took her a moment to recover, but eventually, Anna was lulled to sleep through the beating of her own heart.

Rubatosis.

The next morning, she was at the table with Alois, slowly eating her breakfast. Alois was shouting at the servants for the umpteenth time that morning. Anna didn't understand- the eggs were perfectly fine. Alois didn't have to yell at them for it.

He was done shouting a moment later, resting in his chair and looking at Anna with a smirk.

"How about you and I go to my bedroom later, my butterfly?" Alois said, the corner of his mouth remaining up like it had been sewn there.

"Alois, you know I have some reading to do," Anna mumbled, looking at the teenager.

"But we would have so much more fun," Alois persisted.

Anna looked up, and was startled at the fact that Alois had gotten so close to her when she wasn't looking. Their noses were practically touching, and Anna could feel his breath fan across her face.

And yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his. No matter how many times she blinked, no matter how hard she tried. It felt like Alois was digging into her soul, searching every bit of it. Anna felt naked, vulnerable. And yet, who gave him permission to do so? It felt like he was invading her every thought.

It took him a moment, but Alois soon grew bored with his soul searching and moved back to eating his breakfast. Anna looked at her food, her heart racing.

Opia.

It was years later now, and Anna had moved on from that life. Alois had died a year prior and had passed the manor down to Anna.

In the past few months, Anna had begun bringing in orphans, allowing them to stay in various rooms in the house. There were plenty like Alois, but they were still so young. So Anna sat with them, allowing them to talk about how they felt and how to take care of those feelings.

She now felt safe in the manor, now that it was constantly noisy and had children of all ages running around. The servants Alois' family had hired all those years ago chose to stay for Anna, especially since she wanted to use the manor for good.

Anna hadn't seen Claude since Alois had died, but that didn't much matter to her. She had plenty of people around her that she had grown to love like her own family. There wasn't a night where she didn't rest easy, a luxury she didn't know she could afford.

Anna was happy, and yet, when she gazed upon a picture of herself and Alois in her room, her heart grew heavy. Oh, how Anna wished she could tell her younger self that it was okay now.

Anna gazed down at her hand, to her ring. She had kept it polished all these years, and for what? She thought back to that book she had read all those years ago. The one about feelings. There was a name for this feeling, wasn't there?

Énouement.