Requested by OtakuOfInsanity.

Being the baseborn daughter of Lord Phantomhive had its merits but more often, it was a curse. Sure, the Lady was kind, she treated you as if you were her own child. But you swore, you could see a glint of distaste in her eyes whenever she looked at you. Of course, there were the other nobles, who's whispers never ceased.

Then there was the insufferable existence, named Ciel. The 'legitimate' child. He looked up to you. You saw it plainly in his chubby little face. The cold, aloof, domineering facade he often held up in public and even to the servants would soften towards you. You could see the adoration and the desperation for your acceptance and love. You cared for your brother, you honestly did. But you knew the ruthlessness of the world you lived in. The other nobles would pounce on the two of you, the moment either showed any sign of weakness. No. You couldn't allow that to happen. So you kept up the mask of hate. Pretending to hate your brother because he was the true child of the Phantomhive, being jealous of him.

It was all for his own good.

"Sister," he begins, a light blush dusting his face, "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the circus with-"

"If it means staying with you," you snort in disgust, "I'd swallow a whole plate of that chef's cooking."

"But-"

"Do me a favor, Ciel."

"Anything," he breathes, excitement in his eyes at the prospect of pleasing you.

"Go find a hole you can crawl into and die."

He sucks in a breath as he watches you leave, slamming the door behind you. He doesn't notice you fighting to keep a straight face, your cracking mask.

"Sebastian," he calls out.

"Yes, milord," the raven haired butler appears almost immediately, bowing a perfect 90 degrees.

"Go find a hole I can crawl into and die."

"As you wish."

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Never in your wildest dreams, had you expected that he would take your words to heart.

His body was found in a shallow grave, and a knife was in his chest. His body was burned beyond recogtion but you would recognize that eyepatch he always wore.

"C-Ciel?"

| | 愛 | |

The funeral was a chore to attend.

On one side, the prince that Ciel had befriended quietly held back the tears he wanted to let go of. His manservant stood beside him, looking just as devastated. The Midford family tried to comfort their youngest daughter, who was crying her eyes out, while they suppressed their own sadness. You spied a few alumni from the school Ciel had briefly entered. Then your eyes landed on the Queen, who had attended the funeral herself. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her as she approached you. You gave her a deep curtsy and a nod.

"My lady, it's about to start."

You turn to glance at your late brother's butler.

"Sebastian," you raise an eyebrow, "I didn't think you'd stay."

"The late Lord Phantomhive wished for me to serve you as well as I served him."

"I see," you looked at the hoard of nobles and friends that headed to the chapel. "If anyone looks for me, tell them I've retired to my room."

Sebastian gives you a deep bow, "as you wish, my lady."

| | 愛 | |

You reach your room with a pounding heart and let go of the emotions you had bottled up. You never wanted this to happen, you never wanted him to die. You look around his room, now your own and open his closet, breathing in his scent. You nuzzle your face against some of his clothes, relishing how soft the fabric feels against your face and how damp it is, thanks to your tears. You glance at some of his shoes, arranged neatly and bring down his favorite pair, setting it down on the cold floor and smiling at the sound it makes, exactly like his footsteps. You glance at the mirror and...smile.

"Hello Ciel," you greet.

"Hello sister."

"Did you have fun pretending to be dead?"

"Yes, but it's alright. It's a small price to pay in exchange for an eternity with you."

"It is."

"I love you, (Name)."

"I love you too."

Mirror, mirror on the wall.

Who is the fairest of them all?

Of course, it's you dear (Name).