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The Letter

Ciel sat in his study, fiddling with the edge of a letter he had received that day. He sighed, tired of writing replies for useless invitations and business dealings. Looking around the study, he decided that since no one else was around, it wouldn't hurt to write one more reply before slipping off to his bedroom for a quick nap...

"Young master, I have brought your afternoon tea," Sebastian said as he opened the door to his master's study. "Today it is a Jasm-" his words were cut short as he entered the room only to see that his master was in fact, not there. He sighed and was about to back out of the room once more when something on his master's desk caught his attention.

"Mmmmm," Ciel moaned as he stretched out on to his king sized bed. The bed was so soft and cold and inviting that he couldn't help but turn onto his stomach and bury his face in the soft fabric of his sheets...
He was not normally one to sneak away from his work, but as the only work he had that day was to reply to letters, he assumed that he could get away for napping a few hours...

Sebastian couldn't help himself. He reached down and took one of his master's handwritten replies. It was screaming for him to tear it open and read it, but he couldn't fathom why. Carefully, he lifted one of the edges of the envelope. What would the young master say if he were to return now and see his butler snooping in his things? Would he order Sebastian out? Would he lose his trust in the butler altogether? No, no that's taking it too far. What would he do that for? Then again, why did he feel so compelled to open this letter? Stopping himself, he flipped the letter over to see who it was addressed to. 'Lady Elizabeth Midford' was printed clearly on the front in his master's elegant yet childish writing. Unexpectedly, Sebastian narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth together in agitation.

"It seems," he mused to himself after regaining his composure, "that I have come to detest the young master's fiance." A devilish smirk appeared on his face "How interesting."

Deciding that it was his distaste for the Lady that made him want to tear open the letter, he set it back down on his master's desk, slightly ashamed of himself. He should be checking up on his young master instead of going through his things. He, of course, knew where the young master was. He was almost asleep in his bedroom, skipping out on his work. After all, if he didn't know what his master was doing in his own manor, what kind of butler would he be? But perhaps, since it was already four o'clock in the afternoon (tea time, which his young master normally looks forward to, considering it involves sweets) the humble and ever faithful butler should not allow his lord to sleep, since it might keep him from sleeping at night. But perhaps it would be wise to allow his master rest. Perhaps he should pick out a book for the young lord to read instead. With that, Sebastian walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the room.

What he found to read, however, was not a book, but a letter.

A love letter.

Addressed to none other than...Sebastian?