Serving you (Prussia x Servant!Reader) part 2

Part 2



The day you moved into the castle had arrived and it was a crappy day for sure. Your mom had decided to come with you and although you loved her from the depths of your very soul, it did not lessen the  pain you felt deep inside. The opposite was true. Her presence made you even more upset than you already were. You didn’t want to be separated from her…you didn’t want her to leave this luxurious, intimidating place…you wished she wouldn’t leave you here on your own…you wished she would just take you home.

And yet, you knew it was a futile wish. The time had come to stand on your own feet. It seemed an impossible and heart-breaking thing, but from now on, this was to be your destiny. It had been sealed the moment you looked into his eyes. And you had known it all along…from the moment you entered his office…so what was the point in opposing it?
It would lessen, wouldn’t it? This heartrending feeling? Over time it wouldn’t feel half as bad.
And it wasn’t as if you were completely cut off from the outer world, right? You could still visit your mom on your free day…you didn’t have to tear yourself away from your family. You would find a way to prevent such a thing. For sure you would.

“Oh,_______, I’m so happy you got the job,” your mom said, as you two walked through the maze of majestic hallways. “Just look at this place! Isn’t it amazing?”

“It’s amazing that you’re still amazed at this, since it isn’t your first time here,” you said.

“It’s a palace, dear. Palaces never fail to amaze me. And besides...my last visit was quite short-lived. I didn’t exactly have the time to look at this place when I was talking about your job.”

“Still can’t believe that you succeeded in this.” That wasn’t a lie. You still didn’t capture how she had succeeded in getting you inside the royal palace.

“You forget that your dad worked here as well.  He made some useful connections during those days,” she said with a wink. “And besides…I only arranged the ‘conversation’. You were the one to secure the job.”

“Wrong…My cheekiness assured the job,” you corrected a little absent.  Your mind was no longer concentrated on the conversation. It had drifted off to your father. You thought about him…about his laugh…his heart of gold…about all the things that had made him the best dad in the world. He would have been splendid at this, you thought a bit sad.
With his slender and graceful appearance he had never failed to make a good impression. The man had possessed every single quality a boss could wish for, except one…servility. He had been someone to be reckoned with. No doubt that your master would have liked him.

“Then he must be fond of your personality,_______. Don’t you think that’s a good thing?”  

Your mom’s words instantly drove you back to reality.

“Believe me, I don’t like him…he doesn’t like me…it’s a lost cause.” Actually you just didn’t want him to like you.

Your mom shook her head and said:  “You should give him a chance,________. I’m sure he isn’t that bad of a person.”

“You’ve only met him once…you don’t know what he is like.”

“And you do?” she countered with a smile.

“No,” you sighed, accepting your defeat.

“Well then…I…oh…it’s seems that we have arrived at our destination.”

My destination, you thought bitterly. You looked at the wooden door before you and tried to keep your discontentment to yourself.

“Let’s knock, shall we?” your mom said enthusiastically, walking the talk.

You were called in by the ever so firm voice of your master, who was standing at the window, hands folded behind his back and clearly preoccupied with something that was going on outside.

“Good morning, lord Beilschmidt,” your mother said politely.

He instantly turned around, shifting his attention from the window to you two.

“Good morning, madam, miss_______.”  Your mom went as far as to bow, but you only nodded. He wanted a servant with a personality? Well…he would get a servant with a personality.

“I hope we aren’t interrupting,” you said.

“Not at all,” he responded, immediately picking up on your sarcasm. He wasn’t the only one catching on to it, though. Your mother shot you a warning look, desperately trying to silence you with her eyes. Her elaborate attempts  were noticed by lord Beilschmidt as well, who raised an eyebrow in amusement. His eyes darted back to you, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Well then, let me show you to your room, miss________.”

Without saying another word he walked out of the office, disappearing into the hall. You didn’t hesitate and gave chase, your mother following  on the heels. When reaching the hall, you found that the man had already disappeared around the corner. You hurried after him, almost tripping over your own feet when you tried to catch up.

“Stupid aristocrat with your stupid aristocrat ways,” you murmured under your breath. In fact…you didn’t really know whether he was an aristocrat or not, but you really didn’t care. He was annoying and stupid and you couldn’t stand him.

“Watch out,________!” you heard your mom yell. But it was too late. You slipped and almost fell forward, face to the ground. Almost…if it wasn’t for Lord Beilschmidt. He had somehow kept you from falling and was currently keeping a firm grip on your upper arm, his face dangerously close to yours. His proximity almost caused your breath to hitch in your throat.

“You don’t have to kiss the ground, you know.”

“I was not…I slipped!”

“Clumsy footwork,” he said with a disapproving shake of the head.

“I’m not clumsy,” you stated with anger, “I slipped because I tried to keep up with you. You’re impossible to follow.”

“You’d better get used to it then, my dear. After all, it’s a trait inherent to all ‘stupid aristocrats’.” Those last words froze you to the spot. You looked him in the eyes, into the never-ending depths of red, which seemed to resemble the flames of hell itself.
How did he even manage to hear what you had said, since he had been walking ahead all the time?

“You know, miss_____” he said, his voice low. “I’m not overly fond of that term. It reminds me of someone...and I can’t stand the man.”

“But you are an aristocrat, right?” you asked, tactless as you were. He didn’t seem to mind though.

“In a way, yes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a bit too complex to explain my relation to the royal family. My formal role, however, is that of counsellor. They made a fairly good decision in entrusting me with that job. After all, there is no one who knows this country better than I do.”

“And why is that?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Because I’m awesome. That’s why.”

He let go off you and turned around, looking away from you: “Please do refrain from calling me stupid. I know this must be really hard for you, but do try to show a bit of respect.”

You bit your lip to prevent you from cursing. He didn’t notice your anger, he just walked on.

“What was that about?” Your mom asked. She had been following the ‘conversation’, if you could call it that, from a distance and seemed a bit worried by it. No, wait…you had to take that one back…worried was an understatement. Disturbed fitted way better.

“I might have offended him.”

“What, how?” She asked with a frown.

“I called him a stupid aristocrat.”

“You did what?” Your mother’s voice rose to an unknown level. “Why?”

“It just…kind of happened. I thought he hadn’t heard it since he had been walking ahead of us all the time but…yeah.” No such luck ever existed for you.

“Keep doing that and you’ll be fired within the week. Shortest career ever.”

“Mom, please.” You really didn’t want to hear this right now.

“I’m saying this for your own good, you know,”  she said while raising her hands in defence.  She sighed, as if this whole situation was tiring her out, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Come on, let’s try to keep up with him, we don’t want  to irritate him even more.”

No, of course you didn’t want to do something like that…that would be sooo disrespectful.

You let your mom lead the way and followed her in silence. The only noise in that maze of endless corridors and  rooms was the string of curses which had formed inside your mind. You were cursing the man to hell, to were you thought he belonged. Wasn’t he some kind of devil, personally send to make your life miserable? Okay…it hadn’t exactly been miserable so far, but you were sure that part was yet to come. You remembered the uncomfortable feeling you had had when you first saw him. As if your destination had been fixed that very moment.

Or perhaps it was just you...perhaps you were just trying to delude yourself by keeping up this rebel-like appearance. By calling him annoying and stupid….while deep down, you actually feared the man. You feared him because of that eerie feeling. As if something was wrong with him and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

You took a deep breath. If you wanted to survive this job, you would have to put up with it. Eerie feeling or not…you couldn’t have your career jeopardized by something like that. No…you had to be strong…you had to be yourself…you had to be and do the same as before…all would be well eventually, right?