Clockwork I. A Kind Of Magic
As soon as the clock struck midnight, launching the world from musky November into frigid December, the nightmares began. Like clockwork, Ciel Phantomhive's peaceful sleep ended, and he was overcome by seizing fits and tearful screams.
This was no unfamiliar thing to the servants of Phantomhive, for it had gone on every December, from the first day to the last, for the past three years. There were a set of December Rules that they had to strictly adhere to, the most important being this.
XVI. Allow Sebastian to tend to everything.
And that was exactly what the servants did, and exactly what was going on. Though it pained Bard, Finian, and especially Maylene, who had developed a sort of motherly affection for the young master, they had to stay as they were.
It was not long after, however, that his crying dwindled down, and they knew that Rule Number 26 was in effect. Sebastian was tending to it.
Sebastian gently closed Ciel's bedroom door