Frederick and Maribelle B
It was a beautiful morning in Ylisse. Maribelle was thoroughly enjoying the pleasant atmosphere, and was drinking a lovely cup of herbal tea. She felt truly at peace, as if nothing would-
"Ahem!"
Maribelle awoke with a yelp. She was not relaxing in her home,but rather she was, emphasis on was, sleeping on an uncomfortable cot in her tent. She was staring at Frederick, who had woken her up,
"Maribelle? Milady? It's morning. Time to wake up."
She sighed. Waking her up while she was sleeping was one of the greatest ways to make Maribelle turn into 'The Beast', as Gaius calls it. However, this was Frederick, and one does not judge Fredrerick on normal standards of anger. If people did get as angry with Frederick as they did anyone else, Chrom would have killed him years ago. So, Marribelle simply yawned,
"Unnngh... m-morning? Already?"
She looked out her tent entrance, seeing nothing but black. She shot up,
"Wait one second! Where's the sun?! It's pitch black outside!"
Frederick sighed, as if he expected Maribelle to find waking before the damn sun to be an easy task, "A steward's day begins before dawn. And unless I am mistaken, you expressed a desire to study the arts of stewardship."
Maribelle groaned, now realizing how much of a mess she got herself into. Frederick was the man who made new recruits learn dancing in order to perfect thier grace in combat- even the horsemen! Maribelle should have known Frederick would be no easier on her. However, she was already here, so she might as well get it over with,
"Ugh, yes, I did say that, didn't I? At least, I think I did..."
Frederick led her into the dining tent, with the kitchen perfectly ready, and what apeared to be an obstacle course near the different recycling bins. Maribelle hoped she was just seeing that last part, but she wouldn't put it behind Frederick. He cleared his throat,
"Good. Then let us begin our morning duties. A steward must prepare tea for the lords and ladies before they wake."
Maribelle merely nodded, clearly still half asleep. She went over to the kettle, and started to make tea with her eyes half shut. Frederick knew what would happen, but Maribelle needed to make that mistake for herself. If Frederick had any slither of hope that Maribelle wouldn't spill the tea, the yawn she gave blew it out the window.
"*YAAAAAAWN* I'm so tired... But I suppose I can manage to boil a-"
No, she can't manage, because she spilled all the tea on to the floor. She started to pout in a way that Frederick noted was very unstewardly. Cute, but unstewardly. She sighed,
"Oh, blast! The stupid kettle fell over!"
Frederick sighed, now realizing what HE got himself into, "Then please boil the water again. And this time, do so carefully. Now, as you have wasted a pot of your master's finest tea, what do you say?"
Maribelle clenched her teeth, as her patience was faltering, "Really, now! This is simply... Oh, all right! I'm sorry for spilling the stupid tea and blah, blah, whatever."
Frederick's tone went from patient to pissed on mere seconds. "UNACCEPTABLE! ... Now then. Try it again, this time like you mean it."
Maribelle started to pout again, but this one looked like a puppy about to rip your head off. Adorable, but terrifying. "*Grumble, grumble* Oh, dearest lord Frederick, please forgive my clumsiness! It shall never happen again!" She added under her breath, "(... Because next time I'll spill it on her stupid head.)"
Frederick decided it would be easier on both of them if he ignored the comment, "I shall assume your mumbling was all above board. Now then! We must prepare the silverware! Today you are in charge of spoons."
Maribelle got to work, mumbling so loudly that Frederick though she wanted him to hear, "... Who does he think he is, making me polish cutlery? I'm a LADY! I ought to polish that lance of his and shove it up his..."
Frederick was left wondering where she'd shove it, as she finished and turned to him, "Here you are milord! All done milord! Does the shininess please milord?"
Frederick looked at the spoons for a good ten minutes, leaving Maribelle to wonder what he could possibly be looking for.
"... UNACCEPTABLE! I want to see my reflection on the surface. ...Start again."
Maribelle's face went through about 6 different shades if red, "GRRRRRRRRR!"