(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I bit my lip in anxiety, my fingers delicately tapping on the head of the cane I held. Not once had my identity been revealed before, and now I must reveal it to none other than the Earl Phantomhive. His reputation was enough to bring fear to anyone, yet the Queen had promised his secrecy. And my only rule is to trust in the Queen and follow her orders like a marionette. The strings bind me to trust her...thus I must trust Ciel's upper most secrecy. "I apologise for being so undermined in your presence, Earl Phantomhive." I look up at him from a bow I take, perfectly elegant but done in such a way that emphasises how I'm not just a delicate female. "Of course I am nothing but defined by my gender in this time...but I assure you- I am not weak."

Ciel's P.O.V.

I look at (Y/N) in shock, only preventing my extreme shock from showing through a bow to match hers. But during her bowing I'd noticed something that was a blatant sign that she wasn't lying when she said she wasn't weak. It was only a small detail but it meant a vast amount as she was mentally compared to Elizabeth. Her (f/c) dress lacked frivolous value, the bottom edges seemed slightly frayed, and her cane was of a certain brand designed to hold weapons inside. "Miss (y/n)...I don't doubt your strength for a single moment. Now shall we discuss this case over a cup of tea in my study?"

Finally! An update! I'm going to start updating again! Yay I guess!