with satisfaction as the young woman began to clean the floor in medieval style. He did not tolerate being late and this seemed to him an appropriate punishment. Without wasting any more words, he walked upright on the path that led upstairs and left Charlotte alone.


With pain in her knees and hands, she entered her assigned room, relieved. As she untied the knot of her apron and headband on the way to the bed, she noticed the darkness outside through the view out of the window. In the meantime the sun had set and many, twinkling stars had no chance to show their weak light, because dark clouds knew how to cover them.Exhausted, she let herself fall back on the narrow bed and tried to take off her heavy shoes with her feet - these landed roughly on the wooden floor. "This day is finally over.", She whispered into the darkness and closed her eyes. The first day of work as a simple housemaid in the service of the Phantomhive House had left its mark. Before she could even think about the longed-for sleep for a second, she heard a repressed feeling and the pleading sound of an empty stomach made itself known. She noticed that she had nothing to eat all day because work had taken away all of her free time. With an effort, Charlie straightened her upper body and ran her hair through her long, brown hair. She quickly exchanged her unfashionable work uniform for simple house clothes, which she had stowed on the small bedside table for the sake of convenience, and left the protective little room behind her.

Her legs carried her to the place where she had spent most of the day. Even the terrifying darkness in this big building couldn't scare her. She safely opened the door and entered the cold room. Everything was pitch black. But the hunger was greater, so Charlotte swallowed her insecurity and began to look for something to eat in the boxes and shops. She felt every spot with her fingers, but through the eating shadows and without brightness it seemed difficult to find something useful.
"Are you looking for something in particular?", The brown-haired woman immediately turned her body 180 degrees and saw the slave driver who was apparently chasing her. "I-", she began to speak her sentence in a hoarse voice, but at that second her stomach began to growl and seemed to accommodate the butler's question. Her arms wrapped around her stomach area in shame and her legs gave in to the weight, so that she sank onto the cold stone slab and leaned against one of the cupboards. "I'm sorry, please don't fire me. I'd rather accept another punishment," she said in a desperate and fearful voice. But he said nothing. He put the candlestick on the table, which he had previously held with a firm grip in his right hand, and looked down at the whimpering figure with his mysterious, red eyes. With a pitiful and equally smiling expression on his face, he stepped to a floor-to-ceiling box and took some ingredients from it, from which he made something to eat within a few seconds and with quick hand movements. He bent his torso down a little and handed it to the astonished lady on a plate. She gratefully accepted it and began to satisfy the hunger.
"Oh yes ... Charlotte.", She said after she had successfully swallowed the first bite and offered him her free hand to politely introduce herself. But he did not seem to heed the thankful gesture, but was about to leave the kitchen.Before he crossed the threshold, he turned his head towards her. "Sebastian.", He said with a cold undertone and left the happily smiling Charlotte behind.


In lively London, the workers of the best hotel romped to the entrance area to receive the expected guest, even at this time. A long, black limousine drove up on the street in front of the magnificent entrance area, which stopped in front of the building. First, an attractive young man got out. He was dressed in a black tailcoat. His equally pitch black hair was perfectly positioned and a pair of golden yellow eyes sparkled through the meticulously polished glasses of the glasses that sat on his nose. He stepped to the other side of the car and opened the car door. A young, brown-haired woman stepped out of the luxurious vehicle. Her knee-length silk dress was covered by a light blue coat. She had brushed her long hair back. With the help of her butler's hand, she got out of the car and stepped onto the unrolled carpet. In her high heels she walked towards the entrance without her eyes reflecting the sadness that noticed the other people around her. "Come on, Claude.", Was her request before entering the noble hotel, followed by her black servant.


I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I've already started the second, so it won't take too long;) Now that school is still quiet, I have time to write. Don't forget your comments: 'D and have a look at my other FFs ^^

~ Cherry