I decided that I was going to work on a mini-project…this fic, of course. I call it "mini project", but it's more of a small fic than anything else. Hope you guys enjoy what you can push yourselves to read~
By the way, I just assigned to people what I thought made sense, so no trying to kill me because I'm trying to get a bad guy in here. No, seriously. I don't want to die OAO;
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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a kingdom whose lands stretched through the further reaches of the known world. The king who used to rule was cruel and unjust, taxing his people until they would crawl for the last piece of the bread. Many nobles who supported him got exceedingly rich and spent their times taunting the poor as they would barely cling onto life for just one more day…hour…minute…second…and gamble to see who would live to see the next taxation.
One day, the kingdom could take no more. A revolution was started, and after so many years they finally threw the king off his throne. He was banished to the far outreaches of the neighboring lands, where he pinned away and died. To the nobles, it was a horrific blow to their empire. To the common man, this was a day of celebration.
With hopeful hearts they gave the crown to the king's younger brother, who was kind and just, and the kingdom again descended to a time of peace. To the surprise of the advisors, the king did not banish the son of the unjust brother, and had even declared him the heir to the throne. And to the surprise of everyone, this son was nothing like his father, even openly speaking against him.
But that is not what our story is about.
This story is instead centered toward a small noble family, one of the many supporters of the evil king. The head of the house was a weak old man, married to a young but evil woman named Francine. Their children counted together to be total in three: the whining Irunya (the eldest), the harsh Natalya (the middle child), and the sweet Elizabeta (the youngest). The weak old man grew fond of his youngest child, for she was the daughter that he had wanted, and as such the family grew harsh on the both of them.
Life turned for the worst when the old man finally took his last breath. Free from the shackles of trying to be nice, the family turned on Elizabeta, turning her into their slave. She was forced to abandon her surname and don maid clothing, and then forced to do all the work in the house. Because of the large manor, Elizabeta was constantly busy, unable to have a life outside the manor. Her only companions were the animals that she treated in their farm and the birds that flew into her window.
But we all know that story, don't we?
Let's instead focus on another…
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"So many windows to clean…so many floors to wipe…and why in the world did they tell me to do that when I was making their lunch…?"
Elizabeta sighed as she left the room where she had delivered the food to Francine. She always knew that she was creepy as much as she was controlling, but she could never get used to how annoying she was. As she rounded the corner, bucket in hand, she instead saw with surprise a figure wiping a window on the other side of the hallway. She squinted.
"…Feli?"
He jumped, turning his head and seeing her holding the stuff that she was going to use. The minute he saw her, he smiled and lowered his hands, revealing the delicate frame hidden beneath the dress that he wore. Francine, in all her sadistic glee, wanted to see the only man in the house wearing dresses as well.
"Did you clean all the windows?"
"…not yet." He answered with a smile. "I only have to do those two over there, and then I was going to mop the floor."
"I'll do the floor, then. You clean the windows."
"OK."
Elizabeta watched as the young man fixed his dress and walked toward the window with the bucket in hand, surprised at just how blank he sounded. A long time ago, back when her father was still alive, he had brought him here from a faraway land, intending for him to be Elizabeta's personal servant. For some reason, Francine decided to keep him around, maybe for humiliation's sake. Still, he never once complained about it.
"I'm glad that you're here, Feliciano."
"Ve?"
"It makes me feel that I actually matter in this world…that I'm not just a servant in my own household."
"You're not just a servant, Miss Hedervary. You're the true heir to Sir Hun's fortune, and no one can deny that." He answered with a smile. "And no matter what Madame Francine tells me, you will always be my master."
"I'm not your master. Please remember that." She looked at him. "Call me Eliza, please."
"…Miss Eliza."
"Feli!"
"I-I'm sorry…"
"…no, it's fine. Call me what you want to." She laughed. "Actually, is it OK if you do something for me?"
"Of course, Miss Hedervary."
"We're almost out of food for dinner. Can you go down to the market and get a few ingredients?"
"I can do so."
"I'll find you once I'm done cleaning this floor. There's a chance I'll think of a few more items that aren't on this list."
"That's fine, Miss Hedervary."
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"Good morning, Feliciano!"
"Good morning, Sir Ricardo."
Feliciano chuckled at the hello as he wandered through the city wondering where to find the things on Miss Elizabeta's list. Because of the freedom it holds, Feliciano always allowed her to go and do the groceries; he never really left the house. The outside world really did look bigger than what he saw from the window sill.
"Still calling everyone sir and miss, huh?"
"Y-yeah…" Feliciano blushed. "Miss Hedervary doesn't really like it when I do that."
"The average man doesn't know what to do when they're called in high respects, you know!"
"I-I guess…"
"Well, Eliza did mention that you may have problems coming around here." Ricardo laughed. "The marketplace moved further down the road, if that's what you're looking for."
"Oh…t-thank you."
He was about to head off when he realized that someone was looking at him. He turned his head and saw a strange figure staring back at him, a confused look on his face. He had blond hair combed back from his porcelain-colored skin, and had the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen. Feliciano's eyes widened when they locked eye contact.
"Huh…" Ricardo blinked. "What's a high ranking general doing out here?"
The man had to rub his eyes as Feliciano walked toward him in confusion. This couldn't be the same man. This couldn't be, they were way too far from…
"F-Feli?"
"…Lud…wig…?"
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Francine is fem!France. I could not think of another female figure to evil…fy…?
And with that, the mini-project begins!