Prussia x Reader - Rebellious Servant

I kept quiet as the carriage went on the bumpy path. I hadn’t cried or shouted or tried to resist.

Yet.

I hadn’t even shown any emotions. My mind was too frozen to do that.

How could they do that to me?

Well, no need to care about that anymore. No need to care anyone else but myself. It’s even doubtful if I’ll survive for another seven days.

Yet.

The uncomfortable, red carriage suddenly stopped. The men in the carriage were looking at me, waiting for a motion. Keep waiting. I won’t move a finger. Luckily, my fellows didn’t keep me there for a long time. Two of them jumped out of the carriage quickly, the other two grabbing my arms.

“Get out,” one of the men ordered. I didn’t move. Apparently they expected me to do something like that, because they didn’t lose time and dragged me out of the carriage. If you can do that on your own, why do you bother me anyway?

As I was walking –if you call that ‘walking’–, I noticed the citizens around who were looking at me and whispering to each other. Of course they were, I’m a bloody criminal. Not for a long time, though. I’ll probably be hung up by the end of the week. Or stabbed. Or drowned. Or tortured. Oh well, you’ve got to love laws, don’t you?

I hate those laws. I hate what they’ve turned me into.

How could they do that to them? How could I do that? How could they do that to me?

I have a habit of stopping whatever I’m doing when I’m lost in deep thoughts. It seems like I’d mused again because the men around me were poking my arms and back. “Move!”

I obeyed silently, not thinking really. Still, they were angry. “I said move!” the other man shouted.

I got my arm free and hit him on the nose. “Don’t you dare to touch me!”

Here goes the party.

And that’s practically how it went until I was forced to go into a large room. A very large room for the prisoners, criminals, outlaws, you get the point. So everyone’s together like a big family here? Rickety beds for everyone in narrow hollows of the walls. A few fireplaces with a slight fire and more barbecues for the warmth. High ceiling, windows with bars, floor without carpets or something like that. Eh, could be worse.

I think my entrance was a bit of surprise, because some people in the room screamed while I was being thrown on the cold floor. The men who’d brought me here slammed the big wooden door behind me after a warning. “Good luck, you little-” Oh, sweet. Somebody closed the door too soon.

My senses were coming back to me slowly. I could feel the freezing stones under my cheek. I sat up. The children who had been crying when I entered were quiet now. A few men with tattoos on their arms were staring at me. I didn’t look around myself more and stood up. My ankle felt like it had been stabbed. Great.

“What’s a little girl doing here?” I heard someone ask. I didn’t answer. The young man who had asked the question approached me and held my wrist. “I asked you what you’re doing here.”

I threw his hand off, then punched him, making him fall onto the ground before he could do anything. “First, I’m not a little girl. Second, don’t you dare to touch me!” Wow, my voice sounds so dangerous.

Maybe the men didn’t leave when they’d shut the door, because they immediately returned to give me a hand. Don’t imagine a scene like they protected me and gave the man a good lesson. They held me by my already wounded arms, wrapped ropes around them and took me out of the room.

“You better behave yourself,” one of the men told me while walking through the long halls. This place is pretty rich and well-decorated. Red rugs, golden curtains, expensive looking lamps and a lot of people were around. Since that’s a palace or something like that, I’d suppose they have things to do but they had enough time to have a proper look at me. I didn’t look at their faces. All rich and ‘noble’ people are the same – they look at everything but see nothing. I didn’t expect them to see anything beyond my raggedy clothes and feet without shoes.

I didn’t listen to the rest of the man’s lecture. I had got the main theme already. Instead, I focused on the hall we were passing. I’d never seen a place like that, and I’ll never see again. It was so different from my home and hometown.

“…and maybe you’ll have a chance to live then,” the man finished his speech. Live? I don’t think so. I’ve tried to assassinate the little son of the most important and noble families in the whole country. They might even be related to the royal family itself – what chance of living are you talking about?

We stopped in front of a huge, white door embellished with turquiose pieces. I tried to inscribe it into my memory. I don’t think it’ll last long, though. Four tall, well-built men were guarding the door. One of the men beside me said a few quick words to him and the door slowly opened.

I took a deep breath. As someone who’d been amazed by the halls, I wasn’t able to describe the beauty and perfectness of the room I entered. Just imagine the most fantastic room of a palace and double it. Three times. However, I was able to control my feet and move, somehow. I didn’t let my ‘companion’ get angry in such an impressive, unforgettable place.

My companion walked me to the middle of the room. I can’t describe the room itself maybe, but you can picture the people in it. A lot of people, standing around the walls. Every single one of them in his or her best clothes and accessories. Probably I looked very funny among them with my raggedy, plain appearance.

Still, I was even too stubborn and proud to glance at their faces. Instead, I chose to examine the family who were sitting in their gold-velvet chairs with at least ten guards around them. I’d really asked for trouble. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret it.

The whole family except for the young man was blond. A blond man, a blond woman, a blond little boy – the boy I’d nearly killed. And the young man, probably his older brother, who’s got crimson, weird eyes and silver hair. I had to admit, they looked impressive. Like the family I’d heard in a fairy tale.

I stared at the little boy for a long time. He showed no fear, no teasing, nothing in his cerulean eyes. What was his name – right, Ludwig. The whole country knew his name because he was such a good, perfect boy, an example for everyone. Duh. Don’t the elder know that the young never listen to the advices like that?

“Stop staring at them,” my companion said furiously. “It’s rude!”

It’s rude to look at people in the face?

“You may leave Maximilian,” the man said with a calm voice. My companion bowed respectfully and left the room without turning his back to the noble man or making a noise. The noble man was studying me now. “I hope you won’t be any more trouble to us, Miss,” he said without a smallest hint of anger in his voice. “I’ve only brought you here because I wanted to ask some questions.”

I waited without saying a word.

“I think this silence means you agree on this,” the man continued. “That’s good. I have two simple questions Miss…?”

I bet my eyes were empty as ever. “You can call me anything you like.”

“Yes, I know, but I’d like to use your name.”

Oh, you’re such a modest gentleman.

“_______,” I said simply.

“_______,” he repeated. “My first question is, how did you manage to enter the garden? It’s impossible to pass between the gates and the guards.”

“Yes, the guards. They’re actually very easy to trick. Or maybe I was lucky,” I changed my way of answering quickly. I don’t need any more trouble. I noted the young, silver-haired man was watching me with irritated eyes.

There was a silence of a minute. Maybe the old man was waiting for a more detailed answer, but I wasn’t going to go on. Those guards are really stupid, that’s how I entered the garden where the little Ludwig was. Then I had to run because someone noticed me and started shouting. Then… never mind.

“If you’re not going to talk more about this, maybe you’d like my second question _______,” the man said. Since when are we close enough to address each other with first names? “Why did you attempt to kill my son?” he asked directly, his eyes on me without blinking.

I refused to answer. It was such a long story that everyone knew –but pretended not to know– and yet they ask me to tell them? What they’d done to my home, my family, me? Of course I wasn’t going to tell them the story of how my hometown was divided into two by them and another noble family. And the things that happened afterwards. And the story of how my life was destroyed to the point where I’d been brought to this place.

The old man didn’t seem pleased with my silence. “I was hoping you would corporate with us _______,” he said.

Finally, the young man ran out of patience. “Father, she almost murdered my brother, don’t be so soft and calm with her!” he shouted. Now that’s the spirit!

“Keep your voice down Gilbert,” th old man said sharply. So his name is Gilbert? Gilbert didn’t say anything but he averted his mad, crimson eyes. He wanted to kill me so badly, I swear. I don’t blame him for that. I blame him for his family’s actions.

The old man turned to me again. “I really am disappointed _______. I was hoping you’d tell us everything so we could get a better defence and governing system.” They might not be the royal family here, but basically, they rule. “I’m going to give you three days. Then you’ll be brought here to speak to me again. If you don’t change your mind, you’ll be dead before you can watch the fourth sunset from here.” He waved his hand. “Get her out of here.”

Two of the guards made a move towards me, or my arms, to be exact. Seriously, what’s with people and their obsession on hurting my arm? I shook my arms off of their holds. Unfortunately, they were stronger than the men I’d seen so far, so they didn’t have difficulty in pushing me out of the big door and into the prison again.

In my new, warm home, people were still staring at me. They didn’t have to do that really. I was already in the black list of the warden, who’d tried to talk to me and received a good punch. This time, he had a cruel-looking, thorny stick in his hand.

Oops.

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That’s how the two days of my remaining time went. Not speaking to. Getting beaten up. A lot. I didn’t scream even once. I didn’t say a word.

On the third day, while I was thinking of breaking the nearest window into the gardens I’d die to see, I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder, jumping.

“You’ve got a visitor,” the warden said.

Visitor?

Everyone was quiet. I looked behind his shoulder to see two people there: a blond boy, a white-haired young man.

I’m dead.

They walked up to me and stood in front of me. It was weird to see them standing while I was sitting. It’s not like I was going to do anything to fix that.

The little boy kept glowering at my eyes, no fear in his. His older brother spoke first. “He wants to ask you something.” I could see that he would never let me near his brother if he hadn’t wanted to do so.

I didn’t say anything and waited. Ludwig examined me for a few minutes, as if he was trying to ask his question mentally. He decided to ask it loudly in the end. “Why did you want to kill me?”

I froze. That cold-blooded tone, that question, and the worst, the answer I had to give. I couldn’t lie to a kid. “It’s not about you,” I managed to say.

“Then about what?”

I can’t lie to a kid. Crimson eyes watching me along with the cerulean ones. And I can’t tell him the truth.

“Please.”

Are they using him to make me speak? I can’t lie to a kid. And I can’t tell him the truth.

Ludwig sat in front of me cross-legged. “_______, they don’t tell me anything. I ask them a lot of things but they never tell me everything properly. They hide everything from me. that’s why I want to know – why?”

I bet my face was paler than ever. I can’t lie to a kid.

I can’t tell him things that will make him feel responsible or hate his own family either. “Because I don’t like your family and what your family has done to my life.” Here. A simple answer.

“What have they done to your life?” he asked this time, his eyes not leaving mine.

“They hurt the people in my village. They hurt my family. They hurt me. So I wanted to hurt them in the worst way.” Maybe I shouldn’t have told him these but something about this boy makes me think that he’ll understand it…somehow.

“Why didn’t you try to speak to them so they would stop?” Apparently he’d been told things like that a lot.

I can’t lie to a kid. “Because when you’re not someone important, important people don’t listen to you.”

I averted my eyes just to notice the crimson ones watching me with a hint of curiosity this time instead of hatred.

Ludwig jumped to his feet. “Then I’ll make you someone important.” He turned to Gilbert. “I want to talk to father. Please make sure nobody hurts her any more.” He quickly got out of the room and Gilbert followed him, just to come back half an hour later. The longest thirty minutes of my life. He didn’t bother to look at me, he just made a hand gesture and called me over.

“Get up,” he said as if he was in a hurry. “Father wants to see you.”

I ran to his side and followed him –and his guards of course– along the confusing halls. There are just too many halls here. It takes so long to go to another room. At home, I could parade around the whole place in five minutes.

I was hardly breathing when the huge door opened to reveal the exquisite room. One of the guards told me to stand in the middle of the room again and warned me not to stare at people. He said all these things in a whispering tone in three seconds. I obeyed him as I was too curious to learn what on earth was going on.

“_______,” the old man greeted me kindly. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Oh, really?

“To be honest, I’m not eager to do what I’m going to tell you right now,” he admitted. “But my son here,” he pointed at Ludwig, “wants this and he’s not the type of child who asks for things often.”

Ludwig seemed as calm as the first and the last times I’d seen him, but I could sense a pride in his expression.

“Remember that I’ll keep an eye on you and so will the servants,” the old man said. “But starting next week, you’ll be Ludwig’s servant and the others will be at your service. You’ll be the one who takes care of him mainly and responsible for all his acts.”

It took me a while to comprehend what he’d said. He’d just told me I was going to be a servant of his son. Probably the most rebellious servant that country has ever seen. He really wanted to do that? I was only able to think of a single sentence.

Here goes the party.