Third Person'''

"Lady (Y/N)," A maid nudges the blackette, her small figure moving to the other side. As you I might well explain, it was morning and (Y/N) was being woken up for breakfast, but because she was a heavy sleeper, she wouldn't wake up to any ordinary measures.

The servants have tried waking her up, but she wouldn't budge, so it had to result in with another heavy sleeper to wake her up.

"Hmm...Not a morning bird, I see," He mutters, getting into her washroom and started to fill up her tub with cold water. It was cruel, but who knows what goes on Grey's mind.

While the tub was filling up, he had the time to read her journal; (Y/N) was still a little kid at heart, after all, who would be childish enough to leave it in the open?

Charles Grey, started to flip through the pages of the old journal, it had pages that have yellowed and dates seemed to go back as far as six years ago.

(You are currenty 19 whilst Earl Grey is 24, and for some reason you both look at least younger by a few years I'd say 4 since that's her supposed age, 15, was when I first thought of her)

At first it was happy and childish, but suddenly took a dark turn, the date was a week after he had left for Weston, with entries of her being lonely and not being appetized enough to eat. Grey narrowed his eyes, a bit of worry panged his heart, though he shook it off. Checking to see if the tub was at a good enough level, he twisted the knob off and prepared to carry (Y/N) bridal style.

He walked over to her, as she was wearing a nightdress, it wouldn't be much of a pain to get out of the tub, seeing that it was pretty thin.

Grey picked her up, muttering about how light she was, and proceeded to walk in the washroom, gently placing her down on the cold water. Even though she was used to bathing in such freezing temperatures, (Y/N), however was jolted awake as soon as she reached the surface, causing her to panic, and be let go from Grey's grasp, making her fall into the tub, splashing the tiles and most importantly, Charles Grey himself.

He scrunched his face in disgust, seeing that he was wet, --even though he stood a fair few feet away, but it probably reached him as (Y/N) messily wailed her arms around.

She was confused, and shocked, and cold...very cold.

The thin white dress clinged on her skin, making the process of hypothermia accelerate. (But she isn't gonna die, you can do that to some bottles just by wrapping around a wet paper towel around it's base).

The binding of the dress to her skin also caused something...lewd to be more visible. (Y/N), of course started to realise this as she saw Grey, turning away, as soon as he saw something.

She started to blush heavily, and screamed.

"Get out!"

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"Stupid book addiction, if I didn't have you I wouldn't be in this," She murmurs, as she dries herself.

In her towel, she walks out the bathroom and changes in into a form fitting dress.

The white dress complemented her black hair and she slid on a small pearl bracelet to match the dress.

With a sigh, she says.

"I wouldn't mind waking up here everyday, if he wasn't here, it'd probably be more hellish like The Phantomhive Manor.