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Serving you (Prussia x Servant!Reader) part 3

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Part 3


The walk through the corridors seemed to last forever. Time was ticking by with every step you took and yet it felt as if you were walking in circles. There was just no end to this maze…no point to be reached. You looked up at the walls, expecting to see the same paintings as the ones you had passed earlier.
You recognized none of them though. They were all different, more or less the same style, but nonetheless different. Damn…why did palaces have to be so enormous?

You were mulling over the silly question when you noticed that your boss had stopped before a big, wooden door. He pulled out a silver key and unlocked the door, walking inside. You were a little surprised by this and didn’t really understand what he was doing. These were the royal quarters after all. Your room couldn’t possibly be here, right? You…a humble servant, sleeping in a place that was meant for royals?

You shot a questioning look at your mother, who seemed to be equally surprised and simply shrugged. You both decided to follow the guy, assuming that he would explain himself eventually.

The room literally took your breath away. It was breath-taking to say at least…pretty much like all the other things in the palace. It was spacious with a high ceiling, decorated with the familiar marble figures and golden patterns you had seen before. The walls were covered in wood, which was shining with splendour and which gave the room a warm hue. The wood, however, only came up to half of the wall, were it was replaced with a rather showy wallpaper.
Beautiful paintings, which looked as if they were painted by some famous Italian painter, hung on every wall in the room. You could imagine their beautiful scenes being illuminated by the faint light of candles, carried by the golden candelabra. It would be magnificent…it would be like looking at artistic perfection.

You simply couldn’t tear your gaze away from it, nor could your mother. Both of you stared at the paintings and the decorations. You had totally forgotten about your boss. Until he started to talk, that is.

“May I assume that it is to your liking?” he asked with a small smile.

You turned around to face him, your brows knitted together in confusion.

“Why do you ask, my Lord?” For once you didn’t understand what he was aiming at.

“Because this is going to be your room, of course. I want to know whether you like it or not.”

“You can’t be serious,” you said. Your mother was obviously thinking the same. Her eyes darted between you and your boss.

“Now why wouldn’t I be serious?” He tilted his head to one side and watched you with an amused smile. He knew why you had said that…he just wanted to hear you say it…of that you were sure.

“I’m a servant. Why would you assign me one of the royal rooms? Is it not usual for servants to sleep downstairs?”

“Normally they do, yes,” he said, “but you’re not a normal servant. You’re mine.”

The way he said that last word gave you the chills, as if someone had poured a bucket of  ice into your clothes. It kept resounding through your mind, in a constantly altering voice. Loud, quiet… Mine, mine,…
You seemed to be the only one who had interpreted his words in an almost possessive way. Your mother didn’t appear to be fazed by it. Perhaps you just misunderstood?

“You seem a bit…disturbed by what I said,” he remarked while staring at you. “Let’s put it in other words…I need you close to me and my brother. I can’t have you sleeping downstairs. It’s too long a walk and it would be impossible to run your job in a proper way.”

“So I have to do nightshifts as well?” You crossed your arms, showing that you didn't like the idea of sleeping anywhere near him.

“At times, yes.”

“And what kind of work is that? I can’t imagine anything that has to be done specifically at night.”

Your mother shot you a look. She was becoming really good at that.

Mr. Beilschmidt locked his eyes with yours, staring, as if he was trying to see what you were thinking. He might actually have succeeded in that, for a knowing look appeared on his fine features, accompanied by a sly smirk.

“Believe me, it’s normal work.  Nothing to worry about. Let’s talk about this later. I’m sure it will be an interesting conversation, but now you should focus on saying goodbye to your mother. I’ll leave you alone.” He turned to your mother and bowed. “I hope you’ll have a safe trip home, Madame.”

“Thank you, my Lord. I’ll be fine,” she responded while bowing as well.

All the while you were watching him in a distrustful way. You didn’t want to talk about it later. You wanted to talk about it now. The whole thing made your stomach turn in anxiety.

He took his leave before you could protest and disappeared into the corridors, leaving you and your mother alone in the room. She was silent, something that just wasn’t like her.

“Mom, is something wrong?” you asked carefully.

“No, I’m just impressed,” she answered with a slight smile. “I mean…have you seen this room? I had hoped you would get a nice place to live and sleep in, but this I hadn’t dared hope for. I’m just…I’m so happy for you.”  She pulled you into a hug, her face buried in your shoulder. You nestled your head against her shoulder as well, trying your best not to cry. Tears were already welling up in your eyes, stinging painfully.  

Guilt washed over you with the force of a tidal wave.
She was feeling so happy for you and you just couldn’t share the feeling with her. It felt terrible…it felt as if  you were failing her.
But no matter how hard you tried…you just couldn’t get over it. You couldn’t get over the feeling that this whole situation…that this man…would be your downfall. You could not, not until the feeling was proven to be wrong. And for that you had to wait patiently and see.

“I’m going to miss you, mom,” you said, changing the subject to something else. Something you didn’t feel guilty about. Every girl in her right mind would miss her mom when separated. You were no exception.  

“I’m going to miss you too, ____,” she said softly. “It will be silent without you.”

“Yeah…that’s for sure,” you said with a sob. The tears were streaming down your face now. “Will you be okay on your own?”

“I’ll be fine, ____,” she said while lifting her head so that she could look at you. “I always knew that I would have to let go of you one day. I had to let go of your brother…now I have to let go of you as well.” Her eyes were teary when she said those words, but she tried to contain them for your sake. With a small smile she added: “Doesn’t mean you don’t have to visit though.”

You chuckled a bit, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Of course I’ll visit.”

“I’m holding you to that,” she said, chuckling as well while lightly patting your cheek. “And wash the worry of your face…you’ll do just fine.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“You’re welcome, dear.”

She glanced over her shoulder and said: “It’s about time I left.” She bent forward and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“Take care of yourself.”

“I will. Take care as well.”

She let go of you and started to walk to the door. “I will, ______. Don’t forget to write.”

“I won’t,” you said. She smiled at you and then, from one moment to the next, she was gone.
Disappearing into thin air. Erased from your life. As if she had never been there in the first place. You knees were shaking and you feared you would collapse. You went to sit down on the ground, next to your little suitcase with your personal belongings, and started to cry even more than you had done before. The tears slid down your face, falling into the depths.

For the first time in your life, you felt lonely. It felt as if your heart was being covered in a layer of thick, impenetrable ice, freezing the blood in your veins and cooling your tears. You felt miserable.

“Why are you crying, Liebling?”

Your head shot up when you heard the familiar voice, but you immediately turned away. You hadn’t noticed that he’d entered, nor that he’d walked up so close to you.

“I’m not crying,” you said while wiping the freshly fallen tears away. You didn’t want him to see that you were crying. You didn’t want to show weakness in front of him.

He knelt down before you, but you refused to look him in the eye.

“Tears don’t lie, mein Schatz,” he said, his voice had adopted a softer tone than usual.

“So what if I’m crying,” you sniffed. “I cry whenever I want.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“Please don’t agree with me. It makes me feel uncomfortable.”

He chuckled. “Does it? How interesting.”

You shot him a look and said: “With all due respect, but it would be much more interesting if you told me about those nightshifts we talked about earlier.” You desperately tried to change the subject.

“Ah, yes. Our really interesting conversation.” He rose to his feet and offered you his gloved hand. You looked at it, hesitating whether or not to take it.
You slowly placed your hand in his, but only because you feared that you wouldn’t be able to stand up on your own. Your legs were still shaking after all.
He smiled and hauled you to your feet with little to no effort, as if you only weighed as much as a feather.

You let go of his hand, but immediately discovered that it was a bad idea. Your legs still weren’t 100 percent recovered and you felt as if you would fall backwards if you didn’t grab something to hold on to. In this case…the man’s arm.

He shot you a curious look, but didn’t protest.

“Just…leave me be, okay,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm up under his gaze. “What about our interesting conversation?”

“Well, I came back to answer your questions and then you had...an emotional breakdown.”

“I did not have an emotional breakdown,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Didn’t look like it.”

“Focus on the conversation, please.”

“I believe you were worried about the so called nightshifts. Why are you worried about those?”

“You know why,” you said with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t think I do, Liebling,” he said, the same sly smile reappearing on his beautifully carved lips.

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like it.”

“I think it suits you rather well, _________.”

“That may very well be, but I’m not your Liebling. Nor will I ever be. I’m not your possession.”

“I haven’t said you are, have I?”

You looked into his eyes, the red shining brightly, trying to pull you into their never-ending depths.

“What are you playing at?” you asked in a low voice.

“Nothing, the question you’d better ask yourself is: why are you afraid of me?”

“I’m not afraid,” you lied. You let go of his arm, ready to take a step back, but he didn’t let you. He grabbed your arm and drew you close to him.  Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart soared in your breast, beating twice as hard as usual.  God, he made every nerve in your body scream…and no…that wasn’t something good…not at all.

“Liar,” he said, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Let go of me.”

“You know, _______. It’s not because I call you ‘Liebling’ that I’m going to make you do things you don’t want to do. After all, what kind of man would that make me?”

“Not the kind of man you would want to be,” you said, almost snarling.

“Clever girl,” he said with a smirk. “Now…do you really think I would use you for something that…obscure?”

“The thought crossed my mind, yes.”

“Because of the nightshifts?”

“Because of the nightshifts,” you repeated firmly. He couldn’t blame you. A room close to that of your boss, mysterious nightshifts,…no wonder that your mind started to go down the path of dark and sinful thoughts.

“I wonder what I look like in that little mind of yours,” he said with a thoughtful tone to his voice, as if he was sincerely wondering. “I must be a horrible person if you think so poorly of me.”

“I…I just….,” you began.  Why couldn’t you find the right words?

“You just what, Liebling?”

“I don’t trust you. Something feels wrong about you.”

“Does it? What’s wrong about me then?” he asked.

“I can’t say, my Lord. It’s more of a presentiment.”

“Does the presentiment state that I’ll hurt you? In any way?”

“No…well…I don’t know…I don’t think so, but…,” you said hesitating. You didn’t like this turn of events. You felt as if you were driven into a corner.

“Your hesitating, Liebling.”

“Stop calling me that.”

He chuckled; a light melodious sound. “Don’t worry, I do not plan to harm you…or to use you as a prostitute…since that’s what you were really worrying about.”

You shivered when you heard the word. The idea alone filled you with horror and made you feel sick. You’d rather die than being the plaything of a man…even when the man in question was as handsome as he was. It wouldn’t change anything about the fact that it was against your will.

You swallowed and said: “Even if I did…I’m not saying that I did…then you can’t blame me for it. What kind of normal person works at night?”

You weren’t sure if he had heard what you were saying, for he seemed to be lost in his own world of thoughts.

“I think I’m just going to show you what’s meant with nightshifts,” he said in a thoughtful tone, as if he was speaking to himself. “Yes…that’s a rather good idea…I’ll come and get you at eleven p.m. Make sure that you’re still awake. Otherwise I’ll be forced to drag you out of your bed.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you murmured under your breath.

“Oh, yes, I would,” he said with a smirk.

You decided not to react to that, instead choosing to change the subject. “What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

“You’re starting tomorrow so…in the meantime…you can do whatever you like. As long as you stay in this room, that is. I can’t have you wandering around the palace just like that.”  

“This is worse than prison,” you said in protest.

“Now how would you know? You’ve never been imprisoned,” he said with a small smile.

“Who says I haven’t been?” You surely were imprisoned within your own heart…you had been ever since you arrived here. Didn’t that count as well?

“There are many forms of imprisonment, Liebling. I meant the kind where you are physically locked up.”

“Yes, yes, I understood that part,” you said, not wanting to go any further into the subject.

“Good,” he said. “Tomorrow I’ll show you around this place…after that you’ll be free to move around to your heart’s content. So…don’t worry about being imprisoned.”

He let go off your arm, which felt a bit stiff because of the firm grip he had hold upon it.
“Don’t forget about tonight,” he said, before disappearing through the door.

You were left alone…wondering about those curious nightshifts. If it didn’t have anything to do with that horror-scenario you had had in mind, then what was it about?
I know that it took me a bit longer than usual...but here's part 3 :D
This chapter was quite hard to write...so forgive me when it doesn't make any sense.
No seriously...if it doesn't make any sense, then please let me know...I'll try my best to explain it to you. 

As usual...if you come across any mistakes, let me know as well. I'll try to correct them as soon as possible :)

Also...I would like to thank all the people who have thus far read this story. I'm really thankful for the feedback, favorites etc. After all, a story is nothing without its readers :)



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I love those conversations between Reader and Gillie xDD