Do not flirt with the patients, Ciel said. Into one ear and out the other it went, as Sullivan proceeded to do so in all of her audacity’s glory. Whether that man had been a friend or a foe mattered precious little to a girl who’s watched bloodhounds turn into lapdogs after her charm has floored them. And by that she meant her butler; every bit a wolf as he was now her cub.
Only a blind woman would miss the rush of colour painting that lad’s cheeks scarlet, which could only have meant that her long-time skills honed after plenty of reading done under the candlelight were beginning to take effect.
「 You know~ Being acquaintances with the Queen ought to win you favours. And while I doubt you’ve known her for yourself, it just so happens, Edgar, that I’ve had my share of meetings with her. 」 Should that have been a secret of the Estate? Oh well. 「 It can’t be an awful difficult to try and talk her into giving you a chance, but you’d have to do something in return. Something that will prove you worthy of a royal amnesty. 」
Of course she was aware of the series of unfortunate events which had befallen this one Edgar and his crew. It wasn’t often that strangers were sent her way, and this lad was no different. Not to mention Sullivan had once been in need of knowing just what sort of challengers Ciel and his Phantom Five were facing off against so that the young lady would feel somewhat inspired to work on those musical contraptions brimming with technological improvements used by the gang.
At the lad coughing as though he’d swallowed poison, the young lady extended him a handkerchief from her pocket just in case he didn’t want to spit all over the place, nothing the doctress wasn’t used to already, but she was reckoning this one to be something of a proud peacock. Perhaps too proud to allow himself to look as sorry as a wet rag in front of a lady of her caliber, as the male himself had implied.
Amidst his choking fit, he dropped the medicine vial atop the mattress to accept the offered handkerchief. Upon covering his mouth with the lace fabric, a loud wheeze escaped his throat when he regained the ability to breathe. If the Redmond heir did not know better, he would easily presume the little doctress planned to kill him. First, she offered her hand in marriage, and now she proposed a solution to his societal dilemma? It seemed there would be no end to his surprises in Sieglinde’s presence. Pleasant surprises, albeit ones that consistently flabbergasted him.
❝ ―You jest! I am told Her Majesty is far from merciful. I partook in her relative’s death, Lady Sullivan. No offense is as disgraceful as the heinous deed I committed, ❞ Edgar insisted in a bewildered tone of voice, brows raised at the incredulity of his current situation. In the minuscule chance that he could atone for his sins, what of the other ex-prefects? Their trust in him would vanish, alongside the few friendships he maintained in life. Yet...this deal was too good to pass up. Who else would dare risk their reputation to restore honor to a name as sullied as his own? His hand grasping her handkerchief clenched into a fist while he slowly lowered it onto his lap, the young man silently pensive.
❝ What act is worthy of royal amnesty? Do you have one in mind, my lady? ❞ He wondered, a grim expression crossing his features. His lips pursed into a thin line and his scarlet eyes refused to meet her gaze, guilt eroding his soul. It was a wishful thought, but if he garnered the Queen’s favor, he may be able to speak well of his friends, too. Edgar glanced over at the girl then, nodding his head to signal his approval of her plan.
❝ I will be indebted to you for the rest of my life, should this plan succeed. I have no other way to repay you for your kindness except for my personal services. ...What do you request of me? ❞
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