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— “ Are you going to berate me for being too overt with my affections in front of the Duke of Sussex? ” Vincent’s voice was quiet as he rested his chin on Rachel’s shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of her neck almost apologetically as he hugged onto her waist from behind. “ I only wanted him to know that you are mine, “

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ah, he loved it when she grew bold and courageous. cute, sweet rachel, hiding such a temper. she was much more interesting this way, it was a shame she went such great lengths to subdue herself.

the demon wasn’t sure what he had said to make her angry, but when he saw her grab the knife, his skin tingled with excitement. it looked so wrong in her dainty hand. a crude thing such as a knife had no place in a proper lady’s hand, which made it all the more exciting. he remained where he was and let her approach, until she pressed the blade against his throat. her hand shook, how adorable.

“are you going to kill me?~ didn’t know you had it in you.” if she slit his throat, it would take him a while to heal and he’d sully his freshly washed and ironed suit, as well as he dress, but maybe it was worth the shock on her lovely face. “maybe i’ll teach you how to kill properly. a lady shouldn’t get herself dirty.”

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“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

“Yes, it really is.” He didn’t feel as sorry for himself as he did for Rachel. He definitely wasn’t great husband material in his own eyes. He wanted to make her happy though. She deserved it, especially now that Prompto was ruining her chance of marrying who she wanted. “All my life I’ve been prepared for this, as were you probably, because arranged marriages are nothing unusual for royalty. But I’m still nervous.” He tried to lighten the mood with a nervous chuckle. “Hey, our kids will be very very blond.”

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‘ i’m glad you both came into my life. ’

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“And I’m glad you’re my mom,” the younger twin exclaimed and gave the hem of his mother’s skirts a light tug as if to ask to be embraced. Of course, even a head pat would do, or a kiss on the forehead.

As usual, his older brother was both bolder and faster, and had already wound his skinny arms around his mother’s waist, looking up at her with a bright smile.

“Aren’t you kind of bragging, though?” Ciel asked. “’Cos you made us with dad. So it’s like saying that something you made yourself is really cool! Is that bad manners?” Now that he thought about it, perhaps it was not. It was not a lie, after all.

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what happened to vincent phantomhive was terrible. prompto had heard it from lady angelina herself, and of course, he thought of rachel. how hard this must be for her, a widow now with two children to raise..thank god she had tanaka.

prompto missed her so much, he wished he could seek her out and visit, but it wasn’t his place anymore. he helped anne, she needed him too. and rachel was probably busy grieving..and he had no place in her household, she had more than enough servants. prompto was quite content with his life, but it were during moments like these where he thought it was a pity that he was born a commoner. if only he could help rachel now, wed her and support her earldom with one of his own.

he sighed and got ready for the day. he was a good butler, trained by the best. it wasn’t his place to daydream about lady rachel, he needed to be as dutiful as always. even if he couldn’t get her out of his mind for the rest of the day.

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❝ you remind me that it’s such a wonderful thing to love. ❞

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Those were things he expected to hear when they were in bed alone, but not when they were merely walking a slightly windy field, with Sebastian running circles around them and the children who had hurried ahead as if they were a herd of sheeplet. His tophat had continued to be blown off, and his dear wife had caught it one of those times, and they decided to ban it for now, as it only posed trouble. He smiled, her hand small and cold in his.

❛Wonderful, and terrifying, is it not, love?❜

He squeezed her hand. Ah, he should have made sure she wore at least two shawls if the weather was going to be like that. He stopped to remove his own scarf, and wrap it around her neck in addition to her thinner one.

❛I think I did not know what love was before I met you.❜ he hummed, repeating a sentence he had already once said a long time ago.

❛Let us head back soon. It is too cold.❜

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“Sebastian, please tell me you retrieved the parramatta silk gowns I requested of the tailor. Her Majesty would sooner hang my head than witness a widow in clothing not fit for mourning.” Once, the countess considered an audience with Queen Victoria an account of the highest honor — after Vincent’s loss, however, that admiration vanished akin to his body. Meeting with the royal was now nothing more than a necessary nuisance, a facade of amicability between the two to discuss the widow’s future, along with the financial inheritance for her sons. A sigh escaped her lips as she walked up to the butler, wearing naught but her corset and crinoline; Rachel awaiting his help to finish getting dressed. “If I do not attempt to wallow in despair for eternity, Her Majesty shall be gravely offended,” Rachel’s mouth pursed into a thin line of displeasure while her next words were spoken in a hushed tone, “...as if she cares for Vincent’s loss.” Brows furrowed, tears stung at the corners of her blue eyes, though she hurriedly blinked them away to save face in front of the demon.

“Of course, mistress.” He had retrieved her gowns while the lady was in her office, trying to best the neverending onslaught of letters and documents that, despite Vincent’s death, didn’t stop arriving. Word spread fast, but not fast enough. Some papers were already sent before the grave news reached the sender.

He moved behind Rachel and tugged at the ribbons of her corset to squeeze it shut, mindful for his lady’s breathing. He had cured her asthma, but she was still delicate. Both physically, and mentally. The death of her husband was certainly devastating for her, that much was clear. But the social pressure to mourn exaggeratedly was only adding to that sadness. Humans were certainly masters at making each other feel worse.

Rachel’s question had probably been rethorical, yet Sebastian answered what he thought about the matter. Confirming what Rachel assumed. “I doubt her Majesty cares for him as a person, but she lost a very important chess figure on her board. You will have to take his place now, mistress.”

He went to get the thin, silken petticoat that went over the crinoline below, and fastened it around her waist. Then he brought the dress he had chosen today, a black and blue ensemble. Sebastian deemed soft tones a better choice for Rachel, but in case they had unexpected visitor she’d best be seen in mourning colors.

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