Black Butler - A Ladies Maid Worth Dying For.

Aurelia St.Claire is the heir to the prestigious company named: ‘St.Claire Pâtisseries’. A marvellous organisation that creates incredible cakes and pastries of all kinds... But when her parents are killed in a tragic accident, things become a little more... well... interesting...


7. Her Maid, Oddly Amusing.

“So, what was all of that about?”

Enquired Victoria. Rose, Arthur and the bloody nosed accountant had made their way out, and now Victoria was aiding Aurelia in getting ready for bed.

“What do you mean?...”

Aurelia pulled on her nightgown, a flowing white one down to her knees that her mother had bought for her with lace around the neckline. She hated it.          

“You know. The whole – “

Victoria made mocking quotation marks in the air with her fingers.

“ ‘I’m miserable so everyone else should be too’ thing.”

Aurelia huffed and rolled her eyes, turning her back to her and curling up in bed. Grumbling.

“And you care...because?”
Victoria chuckled.

“Believe it or not it actually makes a difference to me whether you’re happy or not. Why else would I put up with making you tea every morning when you should obviously be drinking coffee.”

That made Aurelia smile, but of course, only as much as her pride would allow.

“Uh.. and why’s that?”

“Coffee’s better. Tea is for losers. No offence intended of course Milady.”

She mocked Eugene’s heavy accent, almost perfectly, Aurelia smirked, and Victoria continued. Making her eyes wide as her impersonation of Eugene stretched to her body, her knees shaking nervously as she practically fell over just from standing on the spot.

“Oh I am-a-a-am s-s-sorry m-m-ma’am! I...I j-just c-c-can’t seem to s-s-stay upright!”

This drove Aurelia into hysterics, Doubling over on the bed and laughing as Victoria watched her, chuckling slightly. Her ladyship finally calmed down after a good few minutes of laughter and Victoria’s continued impressions of the young butler, and wiped her tears on her sleeve, s[peaking softly.

“You know Vick, you’re not all bad.”

She smirked.

“The highest compliment one can hope for from you I’m sure. But call me Vick again and I wont be so nice.”

“Oh? Was that a threat? Vick? Or am I hearing things...”

With that, Victoria slammed her cup of tea down on Aurelia’s bedside table, then stormed out, shutting the door behind her and splintering the handle because of her strength, and Aurelia burst into another set of delirious giggles, which echoed through the walls of the mansion until the sun went down...

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