A few days ago Lonessiea over there on Tumblr came up with the idea of "Maidbrose" = Dean Ambrose dressed as a french maid. That's not really my cup of tea. But: Maidbrose is the servant of William Regal and this idea got me intrigued. Almost instantly I had a plot in mind that I had to write down (also because Lonessiea wanted for someone to write anything about these two). And this was this first prologue to something maybe really long one day. Hope you enjoy.


The door bell rang. An old sound very much fitting to the big castle amidst the peaceful countryside, far from any other signs of human existence. A man rose from his chair. His appearance looked noble: dressed in a black suit and green shirt with polished black shoes, wearing black gloves but no tie, his blond, half long hair looked smooth, his blue eyes now piercing right at the door.

With no haste the man went to it, then waited for another moment before he opened the huge and heavy looking oak wooded door. Sometimes people ring twice when they are impatient. This door bell can't be overheard, so it was useless to ring twice. He wouldn't open the door to people who ring twice. So, he always waited. He had avoided quite many visitors with this strategy already. But this time he had to open the door.

A young man was standing on the other side. When the black suited householder laid eyes upon him he thought that he looked quite ordinary. He probably was of a similar height as himself but his visibly old jeans and the leather jacket together with his street dog coloured wild locks didn't do much for him. He looked ordinary and probably was even worse.

But the man had learnt much within his 46 years of life on this planet so far. So, he did very well know that first looks never were a great criterion to judge another human being. In some way, his behaviour so far was fabulous: he wasn't impatient because he rang the bell just once like some cultivated human being. And he waited for some words directed at him without saying something useless himself.

"Are you here for the job?" the householder finally asked the young man and the answer surprised him even more.

"Yes, sir," the young man replied in a very deep, characteristic voice that changed the first impression completely.

"Please, come in," the black suited man invited his guest in opening the door completely and stepping aside to let in the young man.

The householder closed the door again after the young man made his way into the foyer that was more like a hall with high walls and bigger than anything similar he had ever seen. The young guest looked around quickly but didn't appear too curious very much to the liking of the older man.

"My name is William Regal and I'm the butler of this honourable castle. I'm deeply sorry to say but the master of this place isn't present right now. But he relies very much on my impression. So, first of all, you may tell me your name and why are you interested in this position. Because if you want to excuse me but you don't look like our usual applicants."

The young man couldn't hide a hardly visible smile but went straight serious again. "My name is Dean Ambrose and I like to serve. I may not look like that but I like to convince you of my qualities."

"Very well, Mr Ambrose. I will call you Dean then. You may call me Mr Regal. But you only answer to my questions. Keep your answers short and precise. If you don't understand something I'm telling you, you may ask. Otherwise don't ask me any questions or talk to me like that. Just do your work you are told to do and if you are finished I will notice. Your room is upstairs on the left side; door number 106. Your clothes for the day are there, placed on the bed. Dress yourself and come down again in fifteen minutes. Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir." the young man said but kept his eyes straight on Mr Regal. There was some confidence, maybe some cocky arrogance visible in these eyes that the older man liked. It was so much more challenging than a coward who always did what he was told to do without having an own personality.

William Regal stayed silent just that extra moment too long when he looked at the man in front of him up and down his whole form. But finally he told him: "Good. Go on then, Dean, dress yourself and come down in exactly fifteen minutes from now. You'll find me in the study, right there behind the clock." He pointed to his left side where a big grandfather clock couldn't be missed. The door to the study was already open, so the young man nodded his agreement once again, then turned around and used the stairs to get to his room.

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Fifteen minutes were almost gone when William heard footsteps from the stairs in his back. He had already sat down again in his comfortable chair to read "The Interpretation Of Dreams" by Sigmund Freud. The footsteps came nearer. Then they stopped right behind his chair. William continued reading for another page. Then another one when he finally came to the end of that chapter. He closed the book and put it on the small table right beside his chair. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. He opened his eyes again. Now he was ready for the next step.

"Please, let me look at you, dear boy," William said. And a few moments later he was able to lay his eyes on the very much changed appearance of his young applicant. Everything seemed to fit just perfectly: from the fishnet stockings and the very short tutu to the black waist band with the dark reddish lacing, the almost transparent and soft fabric that barely covered his muscled chest, up to the fabric tiara in his still wild curly hair. The young man had even put some accessories on that William had placed on the bed as well but didn't thought he would actually use. In fact, the young man hadn't looked like someone who would enjoy such kind of transformation.

William tried to stay in his serious role when he finally advised Dean that he should turn around. He then stood up to walk around the young man, watching at every detail of his body. He used one index finger to slightly touch his hips and told him when he had sit back in the chair: "Your waist is very slim."

"Yes, sir," Dean just agreed, still standing with his back towards Mr Regal.

"Turn around to me again", William commanded and the young man instantly obeyed. "These clothes are fitting your body like they were made for you. Now, let's see if you are worth wearing these clothes. You will start with cleaning the kitchen. Lunch is at 1 o'clock. You will cook for two after the plan right beside the kitchen door. You will get ready the table in the dining room, serve the lunch, then do the dishes and get the kitchen clean again. Please do your rest from 2 o'clock to 3 o'clock. Stay in your room during this time. From 3 o'clock to 4 o'clock you will do the dusting in this very room while I'm watching you. I will have my tea time at 5 o'clock. There are some scones in the kitchen. This will do for today. At 6 o'clock you'll come here again, so I can give you my verdict. Do you have any questions, my dear?"

"No, sir," Dean just said with a very confident look upon his face. William almost felt competition glooming inside of him and that wasn't a bad sign at all. But he collected himself once again.

"Very well. Start doing your work then. I will see you at 1 o'clock in the dining room.

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Both men didn't have any conversation during the day. They even hardly seen each other. What Dean didn't know but maybe thought that this would happen was that William checked the kitchen in Dean's hour of rest. He found it all clean and tidy and was very satisfied about that. He was also very satisfied about the fact that the young man didn't seem to take notice from him during him dusting the study while he was reading his book. The tea that he was being served afterwards, tasted delicious. So, his decision wasn't very hard to make in the end.

The old grandfather clock in the foyer let hear six dark sounding gongs when both men met again in the study. Again William took his time to look at the young man in front of him. Could it be that he'd finally found someone worth to wear these clothes? To stay in this house? He still didn't look like he would enjoy a life with a man almost twenty years older than him, in a castle far away from any civilization. But his work today had been perfect and when William looked into the young man's eyes, he saw something familiar. He could relate with something within these eyes that he couldn't name so far. But he wanted to find out.

"Your day tomorrow will start at 5 o'clock. You should go to bed early but read the little book that's in your bedside table first. You'll find any rules in there, the daily schedule for every day of the week. Put on fresh clothes every morning. And I have one wish: please leave your hair as wild and curly like it was when I welcomed you to this house today. Will you do me this favour, dear boy?"

Dean nodded before he had to speak. "I have one question, sir."

"Go ahead, Dean," William said with interest.

"Will I meet the householder tomorrow? I mean, the master of this place like you called him this morning."

William had to smile at the young man. "There isn't anyone else, my dear boy. I am your master. I'm deeply sorry about that but I had to lie to you because I needed to know how you would behave towards a butler, a servant like you. And you did well. But I also need to warn you. If you ever fail to behave like I told you, I need to punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I do understand," Dean said.

"Fabulous, my precious boy. Now get yourself something for dinner. I will have mine at thirty past six. And I prefer to have that just by myself. I hope you understand."

The young man nodded again.

"Fine. Go on then. Have a good first night, my dear. Oh, and before I forget: welcome to my castle." Finally, William smiled at his new housemaid.

"Thank you, sir," Dean replied. He also answered the smile with a little smirk. Then he left the study to make it to the kitchen for just a little dinner on his own.


Now it's up to you. I still hope that there are some Ambregal enthusiasts out there who share their thoughts with me. So, tell me!