Fallen.

     ⊱ ♛ ⊰ — Azure hues gazed upon her granddaughter with sympathy. “But…" She started, knowing Annabel wouldn’t like this conversation. "You have to understand that it’s your responsibility, my dear. Although I do hope you’d find someone you love…" She said, her mind flashing back to the time of her youth.

          An awkward wince at the sudden change in topic. She didn't want to speak of it -- she would happily spend the rest of her life a nun. She prayed her parents would have another child -- male, preferably -- so she could give up her title without guilt. They didn't understand -- she was perfectly content with her family, those she was comfortable with and those she loved; she needed no one else.

     mismatced hues were staring at the intrigued demon. So this girl was the Phantomhive heir whose name he had heard many times coming from nobles’ mouth. She was a strange mixture of her mother’s and her father’s features, yet he had to admit hers were a graceful figure and face.

          Annabel forced herself to stand still, forced her hands to rest at her sides and not play with the frills of her dress. At the moment, she would rather Mey-Rin answer the door, despite the stuttering and overexcitement that the maid would doubtlessly show. She always felt this way when she opened the door to strangers, though she kept doing it. Perhaps she prayed that with practice the anxiety would lessen.