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Aster Vow	By : Elleyis Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, aka Kuroshitsuji or any of the character there in. Black Butler is the property of Yana. I am making no money from this.

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The end of the day drew near and still there was no sign of the hunting party that left during morning. The impatient woman wanted to check down stairs and to see if Harold had arrived via different route, but she wasn’t going to chance running into anyone else within the walls of the manor.
Earlier in the day she dozed off feeling secure by presence of dresser blocking the entrance. Meena jumped from her sleep when a knock came at the door. At first she thought it was Harold, but why would her husband need to knock. He had a key to the room. Looking at the clock she put two and two together. It was lunch time and a servant must of come to inform her. Meena looked in the direction of door. No way was she going to answer let alone open it, but the knock came again.
Looking around the steadfast lady saw the parchment paper on her husband’s desk. Soon a small piece of paper slid under the door. It read: “Not hungry, stomach ache.” The paper was returned in the same manner. Meena kneeled down too retrieve it. On the opposite side of her note was a picture drawn in crayon. Three servants bowed to what looked to be a crudely drawn picture of her as the Queen falling off the throne. A vein of anger popped up on the woman’s forehead. ‘You!!’ She tore the note to shreds leaving the pieces on the carpeted floor and returned the balcony.
There was little to do during her self-imposed confinement. Meena could have tried on the dresses and jewelry again but looking at the once marvelous tokens only made her feel worse. Her writing skills in English were rather weak so she didn’t bother to touch ink quill on Harold’s desk after the triplets left. She would have taken a book from the library but was too disturbed by the butler to take any literature with her and had not visited there since. For a moment the lovely lady felt like a prisoner, a bird within a cage.
‘Why?’ Being surrounded by all the splendor and abundance she had only dreamed about as child should have made her feel happy. For several generations the women in her family were maidservants to the Kardar’s. The caste into which she was born would never have allowed her to be anything more than a that.
A servant for him. Thinking of Prince Soma and his arrogance her chest grew hot with anger. When the prince was a child he once spilled curry upon his father’s Persian rug. It was a most precious gift from the Shah of Iran. The King was angered but he was ever kind and loving toward his son. So he simply had Soma sent away to play. Shortly after the offence occurred Meena watched as her mother was cruelly whipped for Soma’s actions. It was the custom of her country. A prince was never to be harmed so a servant would be disciplined in place of Soma’s punishments. Yet when Soma found her England all he did was smile at her beg her to come back home.
Meena slammed her fist down into the table, tears of anger and sorrow welled in her eyes. What did aristocracy know of suffering?! Having your whole life determined for you by a system made solely to please their desires, as if you were nothing more than a tool to be discarded. “I swear…I swear I will do whatever it takes to…” her words trailed off. In the distance the hunting party could be seen. The swarthy woman cleared her eyes, delighted to see her husband safe and proudly seated upon a trotting white stallion. The Earl and his butler rode alongside him too. All three were decked in riding gear.
When they reached the outer courtyard Hannah stood with the rest of the servants. A prompt bow was given as the hunters dismounted. The trio of pages took the small game and led the horses to the stalls. The maid had already set up a small table for tea and snacks and stood patiently. Meena’s husband was well enough; Harold busied himself conversing with Earl as his butler left to change his attire.
Latter the first salmon colored cloud of dusk appeared and so Harold bid the Earl a pleasant evening. Meena breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally!” she spouted, gladden by the prospect of being able be in his company, but her husband decided to enjoy a game of billiards and fine brandy before seeing to his wife upstairs. The expectant woman was unaware of this. In the meantime Meena would simply see what the Earl was up to. What she saw next made her furious.
The butler returned to his evil little ward carrying something in his hand. They were still a distance away so Meena couldn’t make out what was in his arms. The Earl was thrill thought for he quickly left his seat and grabbed the contraption. Just yonder was a common apple tree brimming with white flowers. Alois Trancy left tea table and made target practice of it with a crossbow.
Minutes past and everything seemed harmless. Every now and then an arrow would find its mark and the fruit would fall from the tree. That is until Alois made his maid retrieve the fallen apples. Going to her knees Hannah diligently scooped them into her apron. An arrow quickly whizzed by her head and buried itself in the tree trunk. Meena gasped.
The maid shook a bit and continued to pick up the fruit. A second arrow flew past Hannah’s sleeve and tore the fabric causing her to hesitate in her work. Another one slightly grazed her ear and the lady flinched dropping whatever she had gathered.
Meena could barely believe her eyes. Why was he attacking her? ‘Monster!’ Sure enough the little hellion zealously launched bolts at his maidservant until she had gathered all of the fruit and stood. Meena silently prayed all while for the woman’s safety. She didn’t know if it was a miracle, luck, or poor aim that kept the arrows from fatally striking its target.
The Earl said something to his butler. Walking over to Hannah, Claude took an apple from her apron then placed the green fruit atop her head. He returned to his master’s side. When Alois made ready for a final shot, Meena yelled out in the strongest voice her lungs could muster. “STOP!!!!!” The voice echoed across the manor but it was still too far away to heard by Alois Trancy.
Meena’s plea was answered. The butler placed his hand upon the crossbow caught the arrow as it was released. Alois sneered at his butler’s sudden brazen action and soundly slapped him across his face. Claude took the blow and said something in reply after adjusting his glasses. The blonde was still angry though; upset at his game having been interrupted.
He dropped his weapon and pointed a finger at Claude reprimanding him. When he was done the boy pointed to his maidservant. Claude bowed and took up the crossbow. He set the arrow and drew the string back until it was in the catch. With one arm he lifted the contraption and fired at Hannah.
The apple split in half as the arrow soundlessly passed through it and into the tree. Alois scoffed and turned on his heels and began making slow strides back to the mansion. His butler followed, leaving Hannah to herself beneath the blooming apple tree.
‘That tears it!’ The woman could take no more of it; Meena resolved to keep Hannah safe at her side as long as she was here.
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