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You just came home from grocery shopping, facemask still on, when you took off your jacket and shoes and went straight to your bed. You let yourself fall into the softness of your blanket, just laying there, contemplating if you should cook something or just go to sleep already.

You were obviously tired after shopping in a place with over 200 people fighting over a roll of toilet paper.
You sighed.
You never thought you'd ever say that, but food can wait.

You layed down in bed, covering yourself with the blanket, not caring that you still had your clothes on. You were living alone, who cares?

It didn't take much time until you finally drifted off to sleep, letting the warmth of your home embrace you.

Suddenly cool air swept over you, instantly waking you up and making you sit up in what you assumed to be your bed.

You breathed heavily as the cool air hit your skin, and you were confused to hear birds shirping.
You took one deep breath before opening your eyes, and you immediately regretted it.

As you looked around with still sleepy eyes you saw that you were lying in a bush of red roses, their thorns piercing your skin at some points, but the adrenaline from the shock made you forget the pain.

You felt strange. For some reason you felt calm and comfortable, like you were still lying in your bed, on the other hand, you were freaking out as to why you were here instead of your bedroom. Was this a Dream or something?

You looked around if anybody was there, but you seemed to be alone in the giant garden.
You saw bushes of yellow, pink and of course, red roses everywhere. In fact, you were surrounded by all sorts of flowers.

You tried getting out of the bush to look for the owner of this beautiful garden, but you were stuck. You needed help, but as mentioned there was nobody else there, and you didn't want to yell for somebody to come and save you, like a kitten stuck in a tree. So you just sat there, thinking of a way to get out of the bush.

Littlte did you know, three crimson eyes were watching your every move. As you reached for one of the roses, you heard something shuffling behind you, before you heard three pair of footsteps come towards you.

You would've been happy that someone came to rescue you, if they didn't walk up from behind you, making it impossible to see who was approaching. You heard whispers behind you, before you yelped in pain and surprise as you were suddenly lifted from the bush and brought to your feet.

"T-thank you..." you quickly said, before turning around to whoever just managed lifting you out of a bush full of thorns like it was nothing.

As you turned around you met with three similar faces, who seemed to be just as confused about your presence as you were.

In front of you were three young men with purple, similar looking hair. Triplets, was your first thought. You wanted to say something, apologize for just appearing in their garden, ask them if they knew where you were, introduce yourself, compliment them for the beautiful flowers that were growing here. But how should you start? What's the right thing to say when you fall asleep and suddenly wake up in someone elses garden?

They didn't say anything and just...looked at you. The silence which you normally liked, now made you uncomfortable, so you tried to break it.

"I'm sorry for....uhm... being in your garden...I just....." you looked at the ground, avoiding their gaze, which was almost glued on you

"-do you guys know where exactly I am...? I don't recall coming here..."
You looked up at the trio.

They shared some glances at each other, before the first one spoke up.

"You are in London in the garden of the Trancy Manor, Miss."

what the...

You looked at them like they were crazy, before asking once again "I'm in...London? How....when...How the hell did I get here?!"

Again, they looked at each other, before whispering something among themselves, which you couldn't quite understand.

"We don't know that either" the second one said, before the third one spoke up as well "But we will be reporting your visit to our Master so if you wish, you can stay here for a while."

You nodded, grateful that you at least weren't alone anymore. "Please follow us, Miss." said the second one, as they walked out of the garden together, entering a huge manor.

Your chin dropped in awe, as you took in your surroundings. These guys must be rich to be able to afford such a big manor! But then you realized something- Although you didn't live in London, if there would've been such a giant manor, you would've altready heard of it at this point, but you didn't.

Also, did these triplets say something about a "Master"? So they didn't own this? Were they servants of some sort? But what kind of servant calls their boss 'Master'?

The three Purple-haired men walked ahead of you, until they stopped in front of a tall raven-haired butler, which didn't seem amused to the fact that they brought a stranger to the Manor. Yet, he bowed slightly, before asking "Excuse me, miss, but may I ask what brings you to our Manor at this late hour?"

You panicked, not knowing how to answer as the Butler eyed you suspiciously.
Eventually he sighed and changed the Question.

"I am Claude Faustus, the head butler of the Trancy household, may I at least get your name, Young Lady?" he straightend his glasses.

"My name's (y/n) (L/n), I-it's a pleasure to meet you..." you stuttered out.

The eyes of the servants seemed to be glued on you the whole time, watching your every move and listening carefully to every word that left your mouth.

"You three," the butler looked at the triplets who were still Standing behind you "Please escort Miss (L/n) to one of our guestrooms. I will be informing the Young Earl About her presence shortly."

The three nodded in sync, before the last one bowed and said "Please follow us, Miss (L/n)."

You did as they said and followed them through the halls of the Manor, which seemed to be even bigger than you first thought. You wondered how they managed to know their way around so well.

"Hey, can I get your names?" you ask as you reached your assigned room.

Thre trio bowed one after the other and answered

"I'm Timber"

"I'm Thombson"

"I'm Canterbury"

You smiled and nodded. Strange names. They opened the door for you and you thanked them.

They just nodded, soon after leaving your room and shutting the door. You sighed.

Was every noble behaving like this?
They were so awfully quiet and, although you couldn't hear what they were whispering about, you could've sworn it was about you.

And that butler... you had a strange Feeling About him...all of them if you're honest. But you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Sighing, you laid down, looking at the ceiling. How did you get here? Who are these people? You were still tired...

You let your fingertips wander over the soft blanket. The whole bed felt like heaven, inviting you to close your eyes and give in. So you did.

Your body instantly relaxed as you let your eyes close for the second time.
You heard the door creak open, but you didn't mind. Even if you wanted to, you were too tired to open them again.

Whatever may be happening, you wouldn't have control over it. So your mind wandered off as well, leaving you laying there, passed out from exhaustion.

Claude's pov:

"Yes, your highness." I said, bowing, before walking to the kitchen to make some desert for the Young Lord.

Then I sensed something, or rather someone. I sighed, not wanting to deal with annoying Intruders right now.

As I was about to order for the triplets to go check what was going on, they entered the mansion with a nervous looking lady.

The girl didn't seem to be older than (your age) and her choice of clothing was... questionable. It didn't look like the clothes a noble would wear, yet it seemed to be of richer material than the clothing poor people wore. Interesting.

"Excuse me, Miss, but may I ask what brings you to our Manor at this late hour?" I asked her.

She didn't seem to have any weapons with her, from what I could see. Neither did she seem like an assassin of some sort.

She kept glancing around the Manor in awe, yet she also seemed to be trembling and sweating. You could say she looks like she was hiding something, but then she'd try to act normal, wouldn't she?

As I didn't get an answer from the girl, I reformed(?) my question, starting with a simple introduction.

"I am Claude Faustus, the head butler of the Trancy Household, may I at least get your name, Young Lady?"

I could tell she was more comfortable now, that I wasn't asking why she was here. Was she really hiding something? Because then she'd need to improve her acting skill.

"My name's (y/n) (L/n), I-it's a pleasure to meet you..."

That was... less information than I was hoping for. But still, I haven't given her more information about me either.

I pondered for a second, thinking of what I should do with her. I could easily kill her, but... that's not how a butler should treat a guest. Besides, she seems odd, interesting if I'm being honest.

"Please escort Miss (L/n) to one of our guestrooms. I will be informing the Young Earl About her presence shortly."

Let's see what he has to say About this surprise Visitor.

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"A guest?" his blue eyes widened as a curious grin formed across the face of the Young Earl.

"Yes, your Highness. Her name is (F/n) (L/n) and she seems to not be from here."
He now seemed confused, getting up and leaning against the table. "From where is she?"

"I do not know that, your Highness." I say. It's true, I don't know anything about her except her name. Her style of clothing was nothing I had ever seen before, and she seemed so confused when I met her.

"Well, your job is to find that out then. Got it?" the blonde boy looked up at me, attempting at an intimidating expression.

"Very well," I nodded, putting a hand on the back of my Young Master. "Shall we bring you to bed now? It is getting late."

He yawned, walking ahead of me, before stopping at the door which I opened. We both walked towards his bedroom and I tucked him in. I was about to walk out the door, when he stopped me by grabbing my arm. "Wait,"

"What is it you need, Young Master?" I turned to him, checking if he was hurt or something. "Where is this girl now?" He seemed suspicous and...amused?

"She is sleeping in one of our guestrooms, I had the triplets escort her there. Is that alright with you, your Highness?"

He nodded, falling into the soft pillows once again. "Goodnight~" he sighed, turning to his side. "Goodnight, Master." I said, finally leaving his side.

As I exited the room, I looked down the hallway to where the girls room was, and saw three dark figures near her door, peeking inside. I approached the triplets quietly as to not wake anyone, and stopped when I was behind them.

"May I ask what you three are doing here?"

the three turned around, their expressions never changing. "Surely, you three weren't doing anything to harm Lady (L/n), or am I mistaken?"

The Young demon trio continued whispering, occasionally glancing up at me, then simply walking away. I sighed. I had better things to do than to deal with these three.

Quietly, I opened the door to her room. She was laying on the bed, shaking. I suppose she'd been sleeping for a while already, as she didn't bother to close the open window.

I peeked outside, inhaling the fresh air, before closing it. I glanced at the girl again. She didn't even bother to lock the door, to close the window, didn't even change her clothing.

No wonder she was shaking. I walked up to her laying a hand on her leg- she was cold. Taking out a nightgown from one of the drawers, I started unbottoning her shirt.

I heard her sigh uncomfortably as the air hit her skin, and goosebumps started forming on her arms. I stripped her off the questionable clothing, laying it neatly on the bed next to her.

Afterwards I unbottoned her trousers, slowly sliding it off her legs. I took a moment to take in the sight of her exposed legs, looking her up and down.

Something wasn't right... It wasn't the weird material's her underwear was made of, but rather the fact that I was affected by her beauty.

Normally, I didn't think much of humans, I had seen way prettier demoness and Succubie than her. Normally, I would just change her in the matter of seconds, but now I'm taking my time...

Why...?

My gloved hand slid across her thighs, to her stomach, then wandered across her chest to cup her cheek. I had a bad feeling.

If I was not mistaken, it was mating season for us demons. And what I was craving wasn't her soul, no, rather her body was what I was aiming to devour.

I breathed heavily, then swiftly shutting my eyes. Now is not the time to deal with this...

I took my hand back, dressing her in the white nightgown, then laying the heavy blanket on top of her.

I saw her open her eyes, still half asleep, then closing them again. I took her clothes and took them with me to wash them.

I'm afraid bad things are going to happen soon...

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Birds were shirping and sun was Shining through the big window at your bedside, yet your eyes refused to open. And even as the voice once more demanded for you to wake up, all you did was cover your head with the thick and fluffy blanket. 

"...Wake up..."

"Wake up"

You groaned, turning so that you were facing away from the annoying voice. "Five minutes mom, I'll be ready for school then I promise..." 

"Miss (L/n), please wake up." 

You jumped out of the bed and to the ground in shock, when you realized that the voice wasn't coming from your mother, and you weren't in school anymore. You held your head for a second, before remembering what happened yesterday.

When you looked up to where the male voice was coming from, you met with the golden eyes of the black-haired Butler. 

He seemed to eye you for a bit, before offering you a hand. "A proper lady shouldn't sit on the ground, please allow me to help you up."

Any words you had left were stuck in your throat, as you took the hand of the stern-looking man in front of you. Something was off about him...or not him but rather his eyes. 

It could've just been your imagination, but his eyes seemed to be way softer than the day before, yet they held something strange in them. But you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was...

"May I dress you, Miss (L/n)? The Young Master is waiting." he asked, looking rather unfazed to the fact that you'd been studying his face for the last minute and a half. 

"Dress...me..?" you muttered confused, before your eyes widened. Quickly you took a glance down at your body, seeing that your clothes had been replaced with a white nightgown. 

"I-I, when, how-" you stuttered, before whispering "I swear I didn't change before going to bed yesterday..." 

"I dressed you." The Butler said as if it was only natural. "A lady shouldn't be sleeping in her street-clothes, so I made it my duty to make you get dressed properly for bed, Miss (L/n). Is that alright with you?"

He asked this question with such an innocent tone, that any different response would've led to you looking like a pervert, so you smoothly replied "I- uhm I, I mean-" before looking down at your feet and finishing your statement with a whispered "I- I think that's alright."

Your cheeks were already a rosy colour, but when the Butler proceeded to take off the nightgown, revealing nothing else but your underwear, your cheeks seemed to burn. You swollowed hard as his fingers traced along the lines of your panties. 

"Wh-what are you doing?" You said quietly, trying to remain calm as the Butler looked up at you from between your legs. Your breath stopped for a second as you saw a faint smile appear on his face, before quickly dissapearing again.

"Whatever do you mean? I am simply undressing you. We must get you ready for breakfast after all."

"Yes, b-but why are you trying to take of my underwear?" He tilted his head to the side, this innocent yet mocking look still on his face. He was playing with you. "You shouldn't wear your underwear more than one day. It's filthy. Hasn't anyone taught you that?" 

You sighed, thinking of a way to get out of this situation. "Of course I know that I-... I'd just prefer to take of my underwear on my own that's it..."

"I see." the once slightly amused face of the butler quickly changed back into his usual, uncaring expression, as he backed away and stood up. He took two steps back, his eyes still lingering on you. "Go on then." 

Wait...what? He is not seriously implying that I should undress in front of him, right? I can't do that! But... Maybe this is just normal for rich people... I guess I'll just play along. Don't want to embarrass myself just yet.

You gulped, your fingertips tracing the lining of your underwear. Something inside of you told you to just rip them off like a band Aid, but that just didn't seem right. Nervous, you slowly pulled your panties down to your ankles, avoiding any kind of eye contact. 

Your hands slowly went behind your back to unclip your bra, yet all you felt was another hand. You jumped when you saw Claude, who was seconds ago in your plain sight, now sitting behind you. 

Again you started asking the same old question "Wh-wha-" just to get cut off again. "You seemed to be struggling to unclip your bra, so I volunteered to help." 

But you weren't struggling, you hadn't even tried yet. Also how the hell did he manage to get behind you so fast? And without you seeing him move?

So many questions were going through your head, but you couldn't ask a single one of them before he unclipped your bra and it fell down into your lap.

You quickly covered your breasts with your arms, but the Butler didn't even seem to mind as he stared into your eyes. His eyes...there was something about them...almost hypnotic...you couldn't seem to look away.

His hand slowly went down your back, stroking your skin softly. A shivver went up your spine. 

"You seem to be cold, I suppose I should dress you then." he said slowly, before getting up and taking the clothes that were laying next to you. "Please extend your arms, miss (l/n)."

After he was done dressing you, you looked at your lap, trying to calm down. From the corner of your eye you saw the Butler glancing at his watch "oh my. It seems it's already late, we should hurry or the Young Master will be mad. And we don't want that, do we?"

He held out his hand, wanting for you to take it. "R-right." you stuttered, looking at the ground still.

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Red carpets lining the floors and blue wallpapers all around, however you looked at it, you could not believe this manor went unnoticed to you. You kept trying to remember a news article about this place, a picture, anything. But you couldn't recall ever hearing or seeing this place before.

This place, which was so big that the long hallways never seemed to end.

You were truly astonished with how the butler managed to navigate them so easily.

But he does work here after all, so it shouldn't be too surprising. 

Your eyes wandered over all the furniture and decorations in the long hallways, not noticing the golden eyes looming over your features. 

You were completely spaced out until two knocks brought you back to reality. 

"Come in, Claude."

You completely forgot about who you'd be meeting now. The head of this House. The master. The person that owned this place. 

Nervously, you started picking on your clothes, glad that the butler had given you decent ones to wear today.

Whoever the person behind those walls was, they were surely powerful and of royal family. Making a bad first impression was out of question. 

The butler opened the door, stepping aside to let you in. You were hesitant at first to even approach the door, but then told yourself to be brave and made your way inside. 

Inside was a big table with various foods, the prettiest decorations you could imagine, the shiniest of silverware and a person. At the very end of the table sat a small boy, around the age of twelve, maybe thirteen years, gloomily looking down at his drink.

Yet when he heard you step foot into the room, a smile appeared on his face and his shining blue eyes widened with excitement. And before you knew it, the boy stood up and made his way over to you, a giant grin still visible on his face. 

"So you're the new guest Claude told me about! Wow I never would've imagined you to look this pretty, though your hair could've looked more presentable..." his excited tone kinda dropped as he muttered the last part. 

The whole time you just kind of sweat-dropped and tried to force a smile, as you were slightly comforted by the stoic man behind you.

Even though he behaved weirdly this morning, his serious mannerisms gave you safety. Like he would be able to protect you if something went wrong. 

"I'm not sure if you're hungry since it's still so early, but my servants made-" his sentence got cut off by your stomach letting out a low growl, and you quickly covering it with your arms, in an attempt to mute it. 

The young boy just giggled, grabbing your arm and slightly pulling you towards one of the seats nearest to him. You just quietly obeyed, sitting down in the chair, before the butler even had a chance of pulling it back for you. 

He just looked at you confused, before shaking it off and taking his place at the boy's side, who was happily munching away at the food already. You cracked a small smile, grateful for them giving you something to eat, as you look down at your plate.

Yet as soon as you saw 4 different kinds of spoons and forks and knifes, that gratefulness turned more into panic.

You had heard of these rules before, and that the royals ate like this. Yet you never payed much attention to it since you never expected to be in a position to eat like one. 

The boy looked at you, confused as to why you were not eating, despite clearly wanting to. "What's the matter? Does the food not taste good?"

"Uh-uhm, n-no that's not it at all! It's just...I never...this is... there's just so much silverware and I don't know which to use. I know you're supposed to use different kinds for different meals but I have no idea which." You confessed, trying to look the boy in the eyes, yet finding yourself rather staring down at your lap in shame. 

"Mh? Doesn't matter which you use. Just eat. Claude will surely teach you proper manners later." The boy smiled, taking another bite.

You smiled as well, finally starting to enjoy the meal. 

Little did you know the butler in question found himself smirking with excitement at the thought of getting to teach you a lesson.

-

After the meal was finished and you let out a content sigh, the boy swiftly stood up, looking down at you and giving you yet another closed-eye smile. "Let's go."

Each room was prettier than the last. Currently you found yourself in the main room of the manor, where you sat on a small couch opposite to the blonde, drinking tee and playing a card game, since you mentioned to him that you do not know how to play chess.

"So, what was your name again?"

"Uhm, (y/n) (l/n)"

"What a strange name... I'm Earl Alois Trancy"

And I'm the one with the strange name? You asked yourself, laying another card down. It's been a while since I played with cards...hope I'm not too bad.

"So tell me, where are you from?" 

"America..." (If it's not the country you're from, just pretend you said something else, America is just the country I know the most about)

The boy's eyes lit up with curiosity at that answers "so are you a noble as well?"

"Not really..."

"Are you poor then?"

"Not that either."

"Middle-class?"

"That's more like it."

After a little more chit-chat between the two of you and after yet another cup of tea the butler brought, Alois asked a question you knew no answer to.

"Why did you end up in my garden, (y/n)? Were you trying to steal something?"

Shocked, you looked up to the small boy, but his eyes didn't seem judgemental or anything, just curious. 

"Actually...I have no idea how I ended up in your garden... Last time I remembered I was laying in my bed in America and then I just woke up here all of a sudden. I'm still slightly convinced this is all just some weird fever dream." you confessed. 

"You fell asleep in America, and ended up in England?" the boy questioned, he seemed amused by your answer. "Maybe somebody kidnapped you?"

"Yeah, I'm not really 'kidnap material' if you ask me-" you chuckled, smiling at the blonde.

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"And then they just went 'they can't kill us all' and started running" you laughed, running your hand through your hair. 

After Alois and you stopped laughing, he smiled excitedly "I'll have to tell Claude to visit America with me sometime, it sounds great."

"Heh, well about that-"

But your response was cut off by the butler stepping forward. "Your Highness, it is getting late, I recommend you going to bed this time, or you won't be ready for the ball you're invited to tomorrow."

"A ball?" you questioned "like, with pretty dresses and everything?" 

"Mhm. They are awfully boring though" the young earl rolled his eyes, as he stood up from the couch. "Let us talk some more later. I'd like to hear more weird stories about that country that you're from." he grinned down at you.

"Sure." You stood up as well.

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"Then I shall accompany miss (y/n) to-"

"No."

The blonde looked at his butler with disgust, before smiling and latching onto his arm and looking up with puppy-dog eyes. "You gotta bring your master to bed, I'll find someone else to accompany her."

Then he took a glance over his shoulder to look at the maid who silently entered the room, an expression of distaste on his child-like features. "Hannah!" he demanded "make yourself useful for once and bring our guest to her chambers!" 

The maid flinched, before nodding quietly and hurrying to your side, taking your arm. "Shall we go?" She said.

"S-sure." you said, confused at the sudden change of voice from the little boy.

As you and the maid started walking the other way towards your chambers, you took a last look towards Claude and Alois, who were already dissapearing through a big wooden door, the triplets following close. 

You looked up at Hannah, who's eyes were looking at the ground. Her eyes, who were truly beautiful. In fact, she as a whole, was beautiful. Stunning, even. 

She had long silky white hair trailing down her back, beautiful smooth skin, not a single flaw was to be seen on her face. 

You got slightly flustered looking at this wonderful woman and once again, you couldn't take your eyes off her. Just like you couldn't take your eyes off the raven-haired butler. Everyone here seemed unbelievably beautiful. Just why did she seem so sad? Why did Alois seem to despise such beauty? 

Your eyes widened as you met with hers and your breath got stuck in your throat for a second. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare..." You said, yet still your eyes remained on her. As if you were incapable of looking anywhere else. 

She smiled. "There's no need to apologise." she said, a small smile tugging on her plump lips. Her hand now went from your arm down to your hand, brushing it slightly, making you want to hold it just to feel her skin.

Wait, 

what?

She stopped in front of your door, stepping forward to open it for you. As she did so, her eyes never left yours. Finally, you broke from her gaze and entered the room, turning around to thank her. 

So you almost fell when you met nose-to-nose with her once you turned your heel. "Uhm..." you gasped when she prevented you from falling, one hand on your hip, the other holding your wrist.

You swallowed hard when her breath hit your ear, whispering lowly "you're the most beautiful human I have ever layed my eyes upon."

"Wha..."

"A body as precious and fragile as a butterflie's broken wing, a mind as innocent and naive as a new-born child, and a soul so unscathed and untouched... Oh how I wish to love you dearly, to have you all to myself."

Her voice. It was very soft and sweet. Flowing from her tounge like honey. Or more... like poison. Making it's way into your mind and planting a seed that shall soon grow into a plant of longing and desire.

Breathing heavily, you extended a hand to touch her silky hair, and tuck a strand behind her ear. Hannah leaned into your touch, but soon stood back and bowed, leaving the room without a sound.

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It was cold. So cold. Just a moment ago, you felt like you had a fever. But now...it's as if when she left, she took your warmth with her. You hugged your legs on the bed, staring out of your window into the night sky. 

The stars were beautiful tonight.

How did you get here, you wondered. And how will you get back? Do you need to get back? You realized you had nothing special to get back to. Your usual life wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything great either. You had a job, and a home. But no particularly close friends, no partner to come back to, no pets to care for. Why not stay here?

But could you really? After all, you're just a guest. Nothing special. Just someone they took in because otherwise you'd have nowhere to go. They might as well send you out after they got bored of you. Or...

"you're the most beautiful human I have ever layed my eyes upon."

You let yourself fall onto the bed, sighing into your pillow. Just why were you feeling so much since you came here? Why was this all so new to you?

Why didn't you run?