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A Rumplestiltskin x Oc Fan Story

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꯳ Ahna Basilisk ៚

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Ahna was swift to recover during a long night of rest.The early morning sun was what woke her up, the bright warmth touching her face. It was a welcomed thingbto her, as it was a norm when she use to live beyond the High Ridge Mountains.

Ahna opened her eyes to see the morning light and blinked as she slowly sat up from the cot she was laying on. It was surprisingly not uncomfortable for her, after thirty years in that wretched place, to be able to feel the sun again, this new room was much more comfortable.

Rising to her feet, Ahna felt aches and twinges in different places of her body, giving a soft grunt. She found she still had rather red shackle markings on her wrists, neck, ankles, and tail, but she felt all her strength back, and the lesions were gone. Barefoot, she began to walk to the door and exited the little room, finding herself in a spacious corridor. She blinked and looked left and right along its length, feeling both nervous and curious at the same time. She remembered the man that took her from her prison, remembered how he healed and tended to her wounds he could not heal. As far as she knew, he did not have malicious intentions, but she couldn't be sure.

Alert and nervous, she picked a direction and began to walk, her bare feet patting softly on the stone floor. The place was silent, and a little dark with the curtains closed, but it wasn't remotely true dark with sunlight glowing through the fabric.

Ahna stepped up to one curtain and peaked out to see a snow-covered, castle courtyard with a tall wall all around. She froze in awe at the sight, her heart skipping a beat. It had been a long since she last saw snow, and seeing it again was such a wonderful comfort to her. She took a moment to drink in the sight.

Just then, a familiar, but no less startling, voice uttered behind her, "Up on your feet now I see!"

Ahna jumped with a gasp, whirling around to see the man standing a few feet from her. He was wearing a waistcoat that was open to his neck and a little of his chest; a red dress shirt with loose, ruffly sleeves; leather trousers; and knee-high boots. With his hands held up in display, he had a smirk on his face. "Tell me, Dearie. Considering where I plucked you from, I need to make sure." He took a step closer to her, holding his hands up in a delicate flourish.

Ahna watched him sharply as she listened, taking a step back. She wasn't ready to trust what he might do, ready to react if she needed to. But then she remembered his warning, to not try to attack him or else he would put her back in chains. Something she was more afraid of than anything else.

"Do you know how to clean, Dearie? How to cook?" he asked simply, watching her closely. Ahna blinked and replied, "Yes . . ."

"Good!"

She flinched from his sudden utter, but she remained quiet.

"Then you can start your chores today!Go and make my breakfast, Dearie! And then, you can start by dusting every room in my castle. Except the ones behind locked doors. Understand?"

She gave a nod without hesitation, believing that cooking and cleaning for him was better than those wretched chains. "Okay . . ."

"Now, hop to your chores, Dearie. I will not allow laziness or tardiness!"

The woman straightened and gave a nod, "Yes sir. . ." She didn't feel like refusing. In truth, he did save her from that wretched place, and she wanted to repay the favor, even though he had her because she was traded to him. She had nothing to go back to from before her imprisonment. At least here, she had a place to stay. If she had to work for her keep, she was willing to do so. It was not much different than what she was already use to.

Rumplestiltskin frowned at her and uttered sharply, "Well?! Go make my breakfast! And you'll find cleaning tools in a closet in the kitchen!" He ushered her with a sharp throw of his hand.

Turning her head down, Ahna flinched and turned to hurry away. She didn't know where the kitchen was, but she figured it out soon enough. She was able to get a good look around at her new home. This castle was very beautiful with stunning architecture and decorative things everywhere. She saw tapestries with unicorns, dragons, princesses, and battles. There were suits of armor standing tall and proud, as if always on guard in the halls. And there were shelves full of books here and there, as well as items on display in glass cupboards or on pedestals, and she could sense their magical properties. This Rumplestiltskin was obviously a collector of many interesting things. Some of which, Ahna recognized and knew what they were as well as what they could do.

Thankfully, she was able to find the kitchen. It was a large, stoney room with a large stove and oven, a stone sink, decorated cupboards made of wood, and a polished, stone island counter. And there were large windows that flooded the whole room with natural light. It was very beautiful. She found everything one would need to cook anything, and she was grateful that she knew the basics of cooking and could follow instructions as there was a cookbook she could follow. She use to own one herself. She saw the cookbook was already on a page that had a breakfast meal on it and so began to make it.

When his meal was ready, she placed it neatly on a serving tray and hurried to the main hall that she passed by earlier. There, she found Rumplestiltskin at a spinning wheel, and she saw him spinning straw into a string of gold. She stood there watching in surprise as she had never seen that before. Frowning, Rumplestiltskin looked up and said rather sharply, "Don't just stand there and let the food get cold, Dearie!" Ahna looked down and went straight to the table and set the tray down at the head of the table.

Rumple smirked as he rose from his spinning wheel to take his seat at the table, watching Ahna set the dishes before him. "Thank you, now you may go. Come back later to take the dishes away." He waved his hand at her dismissively.

"Yes, sir . . ." she replied and turned to hurry away.

As she waited for him to finish his meal, she pulled out the tools in the closet he had explained before and found a duster. She went straight to work on dusting around the area near the kitchen. When she guessed that Rumplestiltskin likely had finished eating, she went back to the main hall where he had gone back to spinning, leaving empty plates and cup. She placed them on the serving tray and began to walk off, but then Rumple said, "Make some tea, Dearie. And make it snappy."

"Yes, sir," she replied and hurried away with the dishes.

When she returned with the tea, he was sitting at the table again, holding his fingers together with his elbows propped on the table. His eyes were closed. Ahna was confused by this, but she did not hesitate too long. She nervously and silently walked up to the table and began to prepare the tea for him.

"No milk or sugar, Dearie. It comprises the integrity of the tea," he said rather suddenly, startling her. "Yes, sir," she muttered, keeping her gaze down, but she could feel he was watching her. The tea cup clinked softly on its saucer from her nervous trembles as she set it before him. Without a word, he pulled it closer to him.

"Do you need me for anything else, Sir?" She bowed to him a little and didn't hear an answer from him immediately. She heard him take a quiet sip from his cup and then set it back onto its saucer. "No . . . You may go and begin your chores. I will call you if I want you."

"Very well, sir." She looked up at him and gave a nod, noticing a slightly different look in his face. She could not tell what it was, but it wasn't cold or callous. She would have used her empath powers to find out, but she didn't know if he would be able to sense her doing that or not. Or if he would get angry if she did. Without another word, she turned and hurried away to begin her work, unaware that Rumplestiltskin was watching her as she departed.

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