It was finally that morning. The morning that Ciel had fantasized about, and, well, dreaded, for most of his life. He'd known Elizabeth his whole life, they'd been friends before and after that day, and it had seemed like she had never changed at all, not even a little. She was still carefree, happy all the time, always striving and going out of her way to try to make him happy. But there just was no thought of 'happiness' in Ciel Phantomhive's life-- it was black and white, his work, and Lizzie.
He had put on that black tie over one thousand times in his lifetime, yet, putting it on this morning felt alien, different. He buttoned up his blazer, combed down his hair, and tied his eyepatch on to the usual spot, over the fading mark of the covenant that was always there, and always would be. Though, after all of the years of Ciel's life, he didn't need his butler Sebastian as much as he used to, he still reminded himself sometimes where he was going to end up after the screen faded to black.
A knock came at the door, following Sebastian's voice, saying, "Sir, may I come in?" but Ciel only started into his mirror, placing his hands on his cheeks and studying his features, which had come to look much like his fathers. He mumbled to himself as the butler entered the room, "Must I go through with this?", though he knew it wasn't going to be so bad; after all, the day was coming since he was 12.
"Sir," Sebastian continued, smirking devilishly, as if laughing at his young masters worries, "Lady Elizabeth is waiting outside in the carriage for you. You wouldn't want to be late to your own wedding, would you?"
And there went Ciel, dashing out the door.