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꒷ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇ. ೃ࿔ 𝐉.𝐊.

𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ᴄʜᴘ.𝟷 / ᴄʜᴘ.𝟸

꒷ᴘʀᴏʟᴏᴜɢᴇ ೃ࿔ :

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

꒷ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ೃ࿔ :

(𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫!) 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 / 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫 / 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 !

꒷ɴᴏᴛᴇ ೃ࿔ :

"𝐲/𝐧" 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐂, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐀𝐔, 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲. 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲:,(

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ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴛᴄ.

The town of Miloc held the massive castle of your late queen and king and is located at the very center of Inima, your home country. the kingdom was crowded last night with so many people coming to attend the coronation for the prince that was to be held in three days time and the streets were overflowing!

the king and queen passed away five months ago after going to negotiate with the neighboring county, nesapor and on the way their ship was attacked and lit ablaze. inima was done with the war at that point and they had no hesitation sending every branch of the military to nesapors capital and bringing the kingdom and the king to the ground.

now five months later the war is over and a treaty of peace was signed to forbid any more war. your country has also been leaderless because the prince was sent off and hidden to keep him safe, now he is back and his coronation is coming up.

you had seen miloc packed, but never overflowing with so many people that you couldn’t see your own feet.

but you didn’t have time to worry about that, the streets weren’t the only thing over flowing. your schedule was to! there wasn’t enough time in a day to do everything in your packed schedule.

“number one, go pay house payment at that slimy bank. number two, go get measurements for king to be attire for coronation. number three, take decorations to school so they can start decorating haven square. number four come back and start designing, and last go to farrens saloon and work my shift. and then other stuff but i’ll worry about that when it gets here!”, you spoke to yourself as you grabbed your case full of materials for the measurements you need.

you nodded as you slipped out the door and locked it behind you. it was dark and the streets only held a few strange stragglers, but you knew it would get busy in about three hours like yesterday. so you walked to the back of your house and opened the gate to your backyard and walked over to the stable where your horse, lina, waited for you.

you opened her gate and pulled her out, closing it back. you grabbed your saddle blanket and saddle and sat them on her and fastened the saddle tight. you grabbed your reins and hooked them to the halter and pulled her to the gate leading back to the front of your house.

you pulled her out and closed it back then put your foot on the stirrup and pulled yourself up. you knocked your foot against her and off you went towards the bank.

the bank was full of slimy people who cared of nothing but money and high status. you loathed going to the bank. you hoped off your horse and tied her reins to the fence and made your way inside. only a couple people were here as the sun had still not risen.

one of the bank tellers waved you over and you resisted the urge to gag at the sight of him. orship was this skinny short guy who always had his blond matted hair in a bun, wore clothes that did not flatter him, and smelled like a chickens droppings. these were the kind of people handling your money and you wish it wasn’t.

“hello orship… i’m here to make my house payment.”, short and as sweet as you could be towards this guy. he snatched the envelope and licked his fingers to pull the money out and count it, then walked to the back to put it away and came back to mark your name off the list of payers.

“thanks. some people have thought that they don’t need to pay their rent and the new king will forgive them. it’s not the king who is in charge of house payments it’s us! so pay or we take your house! remember that! have a lovely day! and keep those wings to yourself, nasty.”, he practically sang until the last part. you despised some people in this town and he was one of them. it’s hard to get even an ounce of hatred from you to.

some people hate you, think your wings are dirty like a pigs skin. you don’t know why, you clean them daily, they literally shine! you’ve come to the conclusion some people are scared and jealous.

you said nothing and turned away and walked out the doors, untied lina and mounted her and started towards the castle. “people are still bitter, still think we’re a threat lina! can you believe that? no wonder i’m only one of the few mythical creatures to even live in korgesho because people are so mean. i just don’t understand, we should be scared of humans, especially dark feys. they stripped us of our wings, and made medicine of our horns. do they not remember lina?”, you spoke to the horse and she just puffed.

you know in history when dark feys were abused and tortured for their wings and horns. iron bars would burn their skin and hold them down while their differences were cut off to make them appear human.

“psh, i’m not nasty, he’s nasty. no wonder he’s thirty two and single.”, you said as you arrived to the massive front gate of the castle.

“i’m here by request of lady sasha for the consultation of the king’s coronation robes.”, you stated as you dismounted your horse to talk to a guard.

“yes madam, right this way.”, he signaled for the other guards on top of the wall to open the massive doors just enough to let you and your horse go through. a guard came up to you and offered to take your horse. so you grabbed your case off of your horse and your satchel and allowed the man to take your horse.

the first guard had you follow him up the steps and through the front doors. you had been to the castle before because you have been tasked with some of the late queens articles of clothing, some redesigns on the uniforms for guards, and to fix up some more pricier clothes.

the doors open to a large foyer that has open arches to both sides that lead to long hallways and a larger door right in front. the castle was made of a dark stone, that went so well with your country’s colors. dark ivy green and gold, paired well with the darker stone and the grey marble floors. the long carpets that laid on top of the floor were vibrant and clean. and the tapestries that hung from the ceiling with your country’s emblem, a black coated ware wolf, symbolizing the change your country goes through and accepts.

you were led to the left arch, then led down a hall to the fourth door on the left. the guard knocks and it slings open to find a familiar face. “y/n! my favorite fabric fanatic! you come in, and you are dismissed now.”, she said as she pulled you in and shooed the guard away.

“sasha! i’ve missed you! you haven’t called me to the castle in over a year. how are you?”, you spilled out as she brought you into a deathly tight hug.

“i’ve been great! and you sent you mail, i wonder why you didn’t get it. but it’s been stressful so i haven’t sent any letters in a while. but other than my stress filled days sprinkled with pure dread, i’ve been good!”, she released you from the hug and took your case over to a table next to a circular platform on the floor.

it was right in front of some windows and sasha opened them as you started to set your materials up on the table and the fabric rack sasha had rolled over to you.

you poked the small circular platform and it didn’t budge, it’s bolted to the ground you guess. you’ve never been in this room, always going to some room with gowns and dresses lined up on the walls. but this room was different. it had couches and some chairs. a fire place and bookshelves lined up beside them. this room had wooden floors and a circle shaped carpet under the couches and chairs.

it’s was a very comfortable room to be in, you wondered if it had a specific use or if it was just a extra room in the castle. you waited and talked with sasha as you continued to set up your work station, brining a extra table over to display embroidery samples and different buttons and pins.

you step back from your now completely set up work station to stretch a little bit. the door opens to reveal two guys who looked at you standing in front of the window as the sun began to rise, wings just slightly stretched out and casting a shadow. “jean i think it’s our time to go…”, as the guy stepped forward he got slapped by sasha.

“no! you guys are so stupid. this is y/n! the amazing tailor i was telling you two about! y/n this is jean and connie, jean and connie this is y/n. yay now introductions are over, jean step on the stand.” sasha said as she pushed jean onto the platform.

you grabbed your note pad and pencil and started the questions, “hello prince! i’m going to do some measurements, ask you some basic questions and draw a rough sketch of you and put your ideas on paper!”

“please just call me jean, my mother would talk about the work you did on her favorite dresses that had been ruined, so a friend of my mothers is a friend of mine. so no formalities just jean.”, he said as he repositioned himself on the pedestal so he could face you.

‘he’s a very handsome and well collected man, he seems to know his place and what he wants, but not in a cocky way, i feel he will be much like his father.’ you thought as you nodded to what he had said.

“of course jean. now let us get started.”, as you walked around him to get a overall look at him. his eyes watch you as you make your way back in front of him.

“okay! let’s get some basic measurements on you and do a sketch, so just lift your arms up and keep your feet apart for me.”, you lifted your tailor tape up and held it from finger tip to finger tip then writ the measurements down.

you wrapped it around his biceps and forearms, around his neck and chest and the rest of his upper body. you held the tape up to his legs and took it from his hips to his heel. you brought it to his shin and measured around his calf, then brought it up to his thighs and measured them.

‘how much higher is she going to go… why are her hands so cold… why am i so freaked out…?’, jean was resisting the urge to shake as your hands held the tape around his upper thigh as you wrote the measurements down on your note pad that was held up by your lifted leg.

“i’ve got all your measurements, allow me to ask you those questions now…”, as you asked him the question he responded confidently, he knows what he wants. you asked him things on whether he wants flared bottoms or straight, does he want a top robe, formal suit and more.

“okay, here’s the sketch i have so far, is this what you were imagining?”, as you showed him the sketch he pointed out a couple minor things that he wanted changed and you erased them and fixed them. once he was happy with your sketch you backed away from him over to your work station.

“alright jean, now that we have a sketch, do you have any colors in mind? and certain designs or fabrics? if i don’t have something you like i can go get something, and no it’s not a bother i love expanding my fabric collection. so pick a couple that you like and we’ll place them on the sketch to see if you like it.”, he stepped off the pedestal and walked towards your station.

he flipped up some fabrics and pulled them off the rack and handed them to you, he pulled a couple more then stopped, “i like the ones i handed you.”

“good! okay please pick out the color you would like your embroidery to be and some button styles you like. please also pick a leather color you would like your gloves, belt and shoes. please take your time.”, you replied and laid the fabrics he handed you down, they were a couple dark greens and golds, and a dark tan color.

you cut little strips off of each one and placed the rest of the fabrics back on the racks. he walked to you and handed you a two leathers and three buttons. “i would like if my gloves and belt is this leather,” he handed a dark brown to you, “and this one to be for my boots.” the next leather was i my a shad lighter than the last but if that is what he wants then that’s what he will get.

“also here are the buttons.”, he handed them to you and you sat everything he had brought you on the table.

“is everything you see what you like and want?”, you questioned as he nodded his head and you two talked a bit more about which fabrics he wants to go where and how he wants his belt and gloves to look like, how tall he wants his boots and what design.

“alright jean! that’s everything i need from you, one last question, do you have anything you want to incorporate in this that belongs to you?”, you added this because some client have person memorabilia that they want on their clothes.

“yes, i want my country’s emblem on my back cape, and i’m having a custom pin made that will sit on my chest. other than that i am pleased with your work.” he spoke as he turned to shake your hand.

you reached out and accepted it, “anything you need jean! and thank you, if you have any more ideas just send for me and i’ll be here to discuss! i’ll have this done the day before your coronation, so if any adjustments need to be made i’ll have time to make them.”

jean turned and nodded, “yes, thank you, how do you take payment.”

you shook your head, “no payment.”

“excuse you, hm?”, he expressed pure confusion on his face.

“no money is spent here, i do my tailoring free of charge. yes it’s expensive material but tailoring isn’t my only job so i have another form of income. not everyone can afford expensive clothing so i make good quality clothes for those who struggle.” you explained as you started to pack up your work station with the help of sasha.

jean didn’t know what to say, this whole time you just seemed to get better and better. his mother had talked about you a couple times after you had made her favorite dress and how amazing it was. but he didn’t know you did it free of charge. jean had the money to easily pay you twice the amount you could’ve asked for, but you didn’t ask at all.

“alright! all done, thank you for letting me make your robes jean, they will be ready in two days. have a great rest of your day.”, and sasha walked you out of the room.

“wait sasha, let me walk her to her horse.”, he declared as he walked past sash and you started to follow. as you followed him he did not speak, just silence filled the open halls. but you paid no mind to him or the silence as you still couldn’t get over the beauty of the castle. but jean was hoping you didn’t see him sneaking glances to look over at you. he was bewildered that you had grown so much, as you were taking his measurements he knew he had seen you before only to remember you had treated him like any other kid at the festival years ago.

jean kept snapping his eyes away anytime you even shifted your head towards him. your wings were so long and soft looking, he wanted to ask to touch them but that’s not right for a king to be to ask. even your horns had a white sprouting from the bottom and making its way wrapping around your horns. he wondered why that was, why a little bit of white was on your horns.

jean had looked a little too long and you asked, “is something wrong? do you have a question about your robes?”

acting composed as he could be he responded, “no, I was just making sure you were still following me.”

“well okay..”, you trailed off as you looked away again and he turned around and breathed in and walked up towards a door and opened it. the door led out into the stables and he let you step in front of him and go to your horse.

to jean your wings were so perfect, your hair, your clothes and face… but he doesn’t know you. jean is simply admiring your beauty and tells himself your just pretty. he watches as you lead your horse out and pull her out of the stables. you load all your belongings onto your horse and strap the down.

“so, how do I get out of here? I’ve always just rode a carriage to the castle, over never rode my own horse.”, you said as you watched him walk towards you and he leads you out the stables and to the left.

‘jean is very handsome, I haven’t seen him in so long. he’s grown quite a bit.’, you thought as you followed him out and saw the main entrance doors come into your view. the two of you walked over to the gates and he singled the guards to open them.

“thank you y/n, I appreciate the work you are doing for me, if you ever need anything from the castle just let me know.”, he opened his hand and you placed yours in his and he shook it then brought it up and put your hand on his cheek and kissed the inside of your palm.

“your welcome, and thank you for allowing me to make your robes! its a honor. I will let you know, thank you again.”, he let your hand go and you turned to hoist yourself up on your horse. you turned Lina and tapped her on her side to go forward.

he watched you go until he could not see you anymore. he walked back into the gates and was immediately attacked by connie and sasha with questions.

“I think your fond of her! of course you would be who wouldn’t be?”, salsa spoke.

“shes so pretty id whisk her away and up to a lone cabin in the woods and give her a quite life!” connie said as he leaned up against jean.

jean ignored them the rest of the way into the castle and up to his study room and then closed the door in their face. “don’t forget we have a meeting this evening!”, sasha yelled through the door, he slouched down on the door and groaned.

he does not want to go to that meeting.

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you arrive back at your home and pulled lina to the back and let her loose in the yard to roam as she pleases. you unlocked your back door and walked into your home, you immediately went over and grabbed the two duffel bags full of decorations that are to be put up this evening by the children when the streets calm down. getting back home was a whole lot harder than leaving this morning. even in two hours the streets packed and had guards detecting the flow of people, horses and carriages.

you hoped you could catch a open wagon and load this stuff onto it and get it to the school in time. you walked to the front door and picked up a chest full of even more decorations. you and some other girls had volunteered to make decorations, but even with other people it still had to be enough to cover the city. you pushed your front door open and dropped the chest to lock it back.

“hey mavel! you looking for a lift?”, you turn to hear your nickname be called and your met with a sweetest face you could’ve asked for. armin watched as you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him.

“ha! you that excited to see me? you need help?”, he said as he laughed at you.

“im just glad to see that it is you and not some straggler. and i think i’ve got it.”, you grunted as you pulled the sheet up into the back of armins wagon, then placed the two ruffles bags next the chest and walked beside the wagon and hoped up onto the seat.

“i’m headed to the school, all those are decorations are for the new kings coronation.”, you said as you puffed out one last breath before your breathing was back to normal.

“mmm. i see, quite a lot to. i went and saw jean the other day for our monthly lunch together. went really well till he brought up eren and mikasa. i don’t think he believes the rumors that have been made up about them being dead. i don’t believe them, why should he? so after that i said by farewells and went home.”, he said as he pulled the reigns to turn the horses. armin is a friend of yours, went to school together growing up and we’re friends but then parted ways due to him wanting to be a alchemist. the two of you still talk but not like close friends do.

so he’s made his way up the ranks more than you have, although you prefer to stay where you are. “i wonder what had him thinking about that whole catastrophe. it’s been two years since they’ve been gone, i remember it was only days after war was declared.”, you spoke as you watched him guide his horses.

“i don’t know mavel. i know you’ve only met jean once or twice, but the longer you stay around him the more hurt you see in him. he wants to do things right the first time, like his father. he wants to send out a secret search team for them but he is so unsure about it. i advised against it and he seemed to listen. i just wish for things to get better.”, you watched him talk as he furrowed his brows and a frown upon his face.

you nod and look around the streets to ignore the silence. the streets are starting to find a rhythm in its paths, making traveling easier. as you spot the school in a distance you turn to armin, “i’m making jeans coronations robes, saw him this morning to get measurements, and if you’ll wait i’d like for you to take me back home to. anyways, the time i spent with him he was very quiet and polite, but it seemed like he wanted to say something all the time but decided against it. i caught him looking at me more than once.”

armin looked at you in the corner of his eye and saw a smile lift his cheeks, “yeah he’s unsure about himself, but that looking he’s doing is special. jean thinks it’s rude to stare, so he definitely thinks your pretty.” he pokes your side and you push his hand away.

“no no. and even if he did i don’t think i’d believe him!”, you laughed as armin joined you in your fit. he pulled up to the front of the school and got out to help you down. you thanked him and grabbed the two duffle bags but he bumped you away and grabbed the chest.

you pushed the doors open and walked to where a crowd of children and adults were standing. “ooh yes! another load! if you haven’t gotten a decoration yet come and get you some!”, one of the adults yelled over the crowd and then thanked you and you and armin watched as the children came over to pick through the decorations.

you and armin then walked back out and jumped onto the wagon and headed back to your home. once you were there, you sneakily hid some money in his satchel as a thank you and bid him goodbye. you walked into your home and went to find your case, then walked up the stairs to your studio that was in your spare room.

you walked in and opened the windows and pushed the curtains back. pulling your case up and flipping it open, you place all your fabrics back where they belong and keeps the ones you need to start cutting. you pull out your note book and start to lay out how much fabric you need.

you work for hours cutting, sewing and trimming these robes to perfection. it wont be done until tomorrow but your working hard on the main top and pants. tomorrow will be the top layers, gloves and finishing touches.

you worked till you saw the sun start to fade. had to be six hours you’ve worked on his clothes. you’ve missed big projects like this with a impending deadline that’s fast approaching.

you finish sewing a button on and then you place the sleeve down, getting up to stretch and put stuff back in its place so your ready to work tomorrow. your silent as you change into your saloon outfit. you pull your garter that has your knife tucked in it, up more on your leg so it’s hidden by the skirt. it’s a short outfit, but it’s just uniform for saloon waitresses.

you pull your old boots off, and pull your cleaner boots on, pulling your socks up a little so the ruffle sits right above the top of the boot. you grab your satchel and you decide just to take the back routes as far as you can to avoid the still crowded streets. you walk for ten minutes then cut straight across the road and back into the back street of the saloon. you pop the door open and your ears are filled with music and loud chatter,glasses clinking against the table and forks hitting plates.

your nose flooding with the smell of food and you take a deep breath through your mouth to taste the air. the cooks here are your favorite. you put your satchel on a hook and grab a belt that had a couple punches in it. “hey mavel!! get in here woman you’re early but we’re swamped we need you! grab some menus and get going!!”, you turn around to see one of the cooks wave and you nod and grab some menus.

one of the reasons this saloon is liked so much, is because it’s more of a restaurant really. it’s the first place to hand out menus in town, with foods that are the same but customizable. with waitresses that listen to you and coke to check on you without needing to scream and holler just for a bit of attention. other saloons waitresses pick and choose who they pamper, but you’ve got designated tables you go to and serve, and everyone gets the same treatment.

you push through the curtain hanging between the kitchen and the main dining area. farrens saloon isn’t little either, takes up two houses that was converted into one and has two floors plus a balcony that wraps around the front and left side of the building since a corner lot. there’s two bars, one upstairs and one downstairs. usually even with the busiest hours there always a couple tables left open, since it is quite a big saloon, but tonight was different, there were not empty table and there were people standing outside waiting. every waitress that works here is working tonight.

“mavel! mavel! y/n! hello stop standing there frozen we need you warmed up! you need to take the balcony right now! all ten tables are yours!”, you blinked a couple times and finally registered that carla was speaking to you.

“yes mam! i’m going!”, you rushed to the front and let the front desk lad know that the balcony was going to open in ten minutes. you rushed up the stairs and pulled a wooden cart out to the balcony and pushed it to a wall. it had everything you needed on it. you quickly wiped down the tables and set the candles ablaze. placing napkins and a drink list down on each table.

then you stood by the french doors that led to the balcony and watch the people on the top floor, waiting for your balcony crew. they were led up the stairs by the front desk girl and you guided each party to a table, handing them their menus once seawater and writing down drinks on a note pad.

you brought drinks to them on a huge tray and placed them one by one. then you went back and took appetizers if they wanted them. you waited in front of the kitchen and when each appetizer was done you rushed it to the party and then took their orders and rushed the orders back down to the kitchen. you repeated the process till you had gotten the last appetizer on its table and took their main meal order.

as you finally took a look up at who you were waiting you took a step back in surprise. here at farrens saloon sat jean and armin! jean looked surprised to see you but armin just waved and said hello. you were going to say something but drunk guy hollered from behind you, “your food will be out shortly.” you then scurried over to the drunk man.

“i need more of this drink woman. get your sexy legs to go faster and get me more!”, spit flying out of his mouth every time his mouth opens. you grabbed his glass and glare at him while he kicks the back of your heel. you keep moving as he laughs behind you.

you make your way down to the kitchen. “heavens i hate men. drunk men especially! you think i’d learn to tolerate it but i just cant. it’s undesirable.”, you gagged as you told one of the cooks, niccilo.

“yeah i know what you mean mavel. we can have him kicked out if he continues to bother you.”, he smiled at you as you placed the last order up for him. you walked back out and up to the bar to refill the man’s drink.

out on the balcony jean asked armin, “i didn’t know she worked here, she spoke of having another form of income and i wondered what it was.” armin nodded as jean spoke.

“yeah she’s been working here for the past four years. turned 18 and came here to work for extra income. wanted to stop charming for her tailors.”, jean nodded along as he watched you bring back the man’s drink, but the glass full this time.

he wanted to throw that man off the balcony, you had been nothing but nice and chatty with them, making them laugh even though you were running around like crazy. you had took jean and armins drinks and appetizers with so much as looking at them, you were just so clouded that you didn’t even recognize their voices.

you placed the drink down on the table and the man growled, “this is not the drink i had before!! mine was orange not red! stupid bird! how dumb can you be!”, he was yelling now, loud enough to even get patrons from inside to crane their necks to see.

you didn’t budge, you had felt with worse but you hated drunk men. either mean or whiny..or sexual but that’s rare. “sir the drink you had before was red. this is the same cup you had before.”, you spoke in a calm tone to try and deescalate the mama temper. it only made it worse.

“do not talk to me like i am a fool. because i am not! get me my old drunk you bird!”, you blinked for to long and suddenly the drink and his food was flying through the air.

“okay! that’s enough your leaving! don’t fight me!”, you said as you got behind him and grabbed his arms behind his back and picked him up off the ground to where his feet could touch. you carried him through the dining area in front of everyone and dropped him on the front deck.

“why you slimy rat!”, he lunged at your legs and you kicked his chin and he went rolling onto his side.

“don’t call me a rat when you drink and smell like one,” , you bent over his swaying form on the ground, “you still need to pay for what you did order though, you may be kicked out but you aren’t getting those for free.”

he reached up and slaps you across the face and crawls off running only to be caught by some guards and dragged somewhere. you rubbed your face where he slapped you and he got you pretty good, burns a little, you can definitely feel the mark showing up.

but you shake yourself a little and push your hair behind your ears and walk back into the saloon. you get a couple questions on if your alright and you promis you are. you then walk back to the kitchen and told them what had happened. as they listened you grabbed foot and placed it on two tray then once you were finished you walked away and up the steps towards the balcony.

you started placing food down left and right, and then had to make one more trip. at the very end was jean and armin. you placed their food down and asked if they needed anything else, when they said no you turned to leave and check each table and have short conversations with them while they ate.

jean and armin talked about you though, to jean you just kept getting more interesting, your a tailor who does jobs for free, your a waitress, your a very rare race, you are friends with armin and even sasha, you used to do work for his mother and you even seemed to be strong. he was so intrigued by you he needed to know more.

so when you came back to his table for a last check he kept the conversation going for as long as he could. till you had people ask for the bill you talked to the two of them. "I think it is very funny you have on a disguise jean, craftsman ship on that jacket is horrible though.", you laughed as he finally realized that he had been wearing a long blond wig, make up and his clothes were a crusty fabric.

"yeah! I gave them to him, isn't he so unrecognizable? but I think we may need to go, people keep looking this way… may be starting to pick through your amazing facade.", admin said as he paid for his meal and jean paid for his own. you thanked them for coming and wished them a good rest of their evening but jean asked you to wait.

"I'm impressed with you, and I can only hope to be even more with your work in two days. goodbye mavel.", he grabbed your hand again but this time he just shook it and you fell where his lips had touched your hand earlier this morning.

"thank you jean, I hope to please you.", you said and he pulled away and followed armin as you watch from the empty balcony. he hopped up on the wagon and you watch him go down the street and turn down a different street.

the night slowed down but then go extremely busy all of sudden and stayed that way till past midnight. you wiped down the last table and locked the back door and walked down the stairs. you took your apron off and grabbed you belongings and yelled your goodbyes to the chefs and other waiters.

you made your way through the streets, still a good handful of people but not crowded. you made your way home and went to your back yard and pulled Lina into her stall. you locked her gate and then went through your back door and placed your satchel down and went to the kitchen to grab some vegetables to cook them since you haven't ate since morning. you cooked and poured yourself some wine to calm down. you brought your food upstairs to your workshop and placed it down and got to work on jeans robes again.

you worked till you finished his train and finished sewing buttons on. you finished your food and got up to change into your night clothes. laying on the bed you wondered why jean kissed you hand, does he do that to everyone? is he really that talkative? you've only met his two times, so why is he so interested in me?

you fell asleep thinking about all the possibilities, then spent the whole next day working on his coronation robes, you also weren't scheduled for work either. and when you finished late that night, you hoped and prayed he would like his robes.

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you neatly placed his robes into the bag you had pulled from the depths of your attic. you placed all the extra accessories on the top and then you closed the beg and buttoned the front closed. you threw your satchel over your shoulder and then picked up the bag. you went out your back door to lina, who was waiting patiently for you to return. you had fed her early this morning and let her roam the year, so she was already ready to go.

you pulled her out your back lawn gate and closed it, mounting her and starting towards the streets before they become to busy.it was time to deliver the king to be robes and make any finally adjustments he may desire.

you watched as the longer you rode towards the castle the more people that opened windows to let the warm summer morning into their homes. you waved back at a couple people and even talked to the ones that rode beside you for a while.

once you approached the street on the castle walls you started to notice how many people were up here, not really anyone around the gates in particular, just a very busy street. you slowly passed through and went up to a guard to inform them of your reason to be there.

“yes miss mavel, prince jean has been expecting you, he’s waiting for you in the courtyard garden.”, the guard stated as he signaled for them to open the gates. you thanked him and walked lina inside and once inside you dismounted her.

the courtyard was beautiful, the late queen put blood sweat and tears into it. before it was just a looped pavement and a statue in the middle and plain grass everywhere else, but she placed new stone down along the pathway, replaced the statue with a medium sized pond, placed bushes and flowers and trees all throughout the plain grass areas. after the king and queen passed, they placed a statue of them in the center of the pond.

you walked up to the pond with lina in tow. you peaked into it and watched as the fish swam calmly through the water and small snails climb the submerged rocks. you heard a crunch behind you and turned to see jean making his way towards you. “this pond has so many cute snails in it.”, you squatted down and reached your hand into the water to gently poke the snail so you could see movement.

the snail inched away then turned around and climbed up and over your finger and slowly made his way under the rock. you brought your hand out of the clear water and shook it dry. jean watched as you stood up and looked at him waiting for him to say something.

“snails are cute, i find the green frogs to be more cute though. i’ll have someone take lina to the stables, let us go on in.”, he turned and waved a guard over to get lina after you removed everything you needed from her.

you nodded and he started off towards the castle attempting to make conversation with you. “lina is a beautiful horse, what is she, if i may ask?”, he looked back at you with a questioning look.

“isn’t she? she’s a friesian, got her from one of my friends that’s got a big horse farm out in the country. shes so well behaved for me, favorite horse i’ve ever had.”, you smiled as he led you through the castle halls.

he smiled back at you and told you about his horse, “i have a shire, very big horse, named him ansaldo, son of the girl shire i was gifted when i was five, she was a baby but grew up with me. she had ansaldo and a couple more, then grew to old to continue the activities required. she is out in the country side living her best old life i can only imagine.”, he spoke of her longingly, missing his first horse.

you understood, your first horse was a beautiful a andalusian, never had a problem with him, then in a very nasty encounter, he was pierced with a arrow on his front leg, and paralyzed his front leg. with no other options you had to let him go. you vowed to never let anything happen to your next horse.

as he talked about his range of knowledge for horses, you were barley listening. thinking about that encounter from years ago suddenly has you nervous you don’t know why.

you tuned back into him and you had arrived at the room you were in a couple days ago. he pushed the door open and inside were connie and sasha waiting patiently, and ten other servants, looking like most first hand maids. they immediately sprung up and snatched the two of you away from your conversation about horses.

they stood him on the pedestal and brought you to the tables you had put your stuff on last week. they let you pull the robes out and carefully lay them flat. “i need you to remove your clothing jean, please keep your undershirt, undergarments and socks on.”, you said as you pulled out your sewing kit just in case you needed to make adjustments.

once he took off the clothes you had asked him to, he started to feel more nervous thinking about the situation he was in. a king to be just took off his clothes for a girl… it is for a good reason so i guess it’s not as nerve wracking as it seems.

you picked up his pants and brought them to him, “put these on but don’t button anything as we need to tuck some shirts in.” he did as he was told and pulled them up, you made yourself look away when the pants got up to his hips, his shirt was covering his front area but- why are you so interested in seeing a mans parts? let alone the prince’s!

“okay if you’ll just hold your arms to your side i have to put the next couple pieces on and make sure that they fit correctly.”, you said as he lifted his arms and you walked over to him with clothes in hand and began to pull a shirt over his head. you tucked it into his pants.

‘heavens i hope she didn’t see me jerk a second ago… her hands are so close-no! stop! all she is doing is getting you dressed in your coronation robes, which is necessary!’, he thought as he felt your hands start to button his pants up. ‘damn. she needs to get away from there.’

your hands left his trousers and moved to grab another piece to the puzzle. as you worked around him pulling things onto him and making minor adjustments, jeans mind was running rampant. ‘why is today worse than the other day when she was taking my measurements? is it because i know more about her now and she’s not just some random tailor i thought would be a man? cant get her out of my mind, but i need to get back on track. to many things i have to do to only to get stuck on her perfect hands…stop!’, he just couldn’t get his mind off you, the past two days he’s thought about you.

“okay, i believe everything fits now. can you move around for me and move so i know every seam is tight?”, you asked him and he stepped off the pedestal and he did as he was asked.

“everything feels good as well, even these boots fit better than the best ones i have, i thought you were a tailor not a shoemaker.”, he said as he looked down at his feet and admired the boots.

“well i picked up the pair of boots from my friend because i asked him to make me some, then i added the buckles and the designs. they are leather, you pick up random skills along the way as a tailor.”, you smiled at him and started to pack your things up, you were going to ask if he wanted to look in the mirror but the door popped open and a handful of people came in.

sasha had left the room earlier but was back now and came running to jean with a black box, “jean! open the box!”

“calm down sasha, i will open the box.”, he pulled the top part up to reveal a beautiful crown, one that basically was glowing with how clean it was.

“you can not wear it yet, but we wanted to show you it, it was your great grandfathers, but since it’s been so many years since he was coronated, it was a little bit dusty, so i had it cleaned and look at it! isn’t it beautiful?”, sasha squealed as jean picked it up and looked at it, you turned the mirror next to you towards him and he looked at himself for the first time in his robes.

everything put together looked phenomenal. jean was in shock, he’s never looked this good. “thank you, all of you. i feel better about tomorrow now, i just can not thank you enough.”, jean said as he turned to hug sasha. you watched as they placed the crown back into the box and then turned to continue packing up your things. everyone had filled out of the room except jean sasha and connie.

“mavel if you will follow us for a moment please.”, sasha said as they all walked out of the room. they took you up a flight of stairs and down a hallway towards the back of the castle. they opened the door on the very end to reveal a bedroom, a bedroom that was larger than your own house!

the room was shaped in a half circle with the bed right in front of the door with large windows on either side, two double doors on each end of the half circles that you could only imagine went to a closet and personal bathroom. then had a fire place, some couches and chairs, a long chest at the end of the bed, and some bedside tables.

“okay, this is where we will be getting ready tomorrow,” sasha said as connie rolled over a mannequin and a tall table over to a window beside the bed, “we wanted to ask you to please come tomorrow morning to help get jean ready and to help with the coronation in general. so are you able to come in the morning?”

“yes i will be able to come, cleared my whole day tomorrow for the coronation anyways.”, you said as connie left the room and waved goodbye to you.

“great! we’ll see you tomorrow morning before sunrise! if you’ll help jean disrobe me and connie must go and do final checks to make sure everything is complete, thank you!”, she yelled back as she closed the door.

you turned around to jean, “okay i’m guessing they want me to put your clothes on that mannequin, so let us do that.”

he simply nodded and started to undo some of the buttons he could undo. he handed you the clothes and you laid them on the bed so you could put them on the mannequin in order.

“i am struggling with a couple buttons on my shirt..”, he whispered to himself but your ears caught it. you turned around and undid the buttons on his shirt. your hands kept brushing up against his chest, and once you reached the bottom of the shirt you undid the pant buttons to since they were double buttons.

‘i cant breath.. damn.’ , jean had to hold his breath and watch himself. he knows your not doing this on purpose, it’s your job to help people with their clothes. he knows this is probably normal for you, but not for him. occasionally sasha, connie or a maid will help with making sure everything is straight, but never has he had someone dress him and undress him.

once you were done he pulled those clothes off and handed them to you. then he walked towards one of the side doors and pushed it open and walked in. it was his closet, and once he hear the doo close behind him he leaned up against a dresser and took a deep breath in and stood up to look for clothes. “her hands are so pretty… i just said that out loud.”, he mumbled the last part and pulled up a pair of pants only to notice they felt a little tighter. he looked down and was appalled by himself.

he has a hard on from thinking about your hands. he’s got to get a hold of himself. he shook the shock away and ignored his problem to find a shirt and some more things. he’s been dressing very casually the past couple weeks, a pair of nice pants and a button up shirt and occasionally a nice coat. he is to stressed to wear heavy clothes right now.

he walked back out and saw you pull the cape up onto the mannequin and placed your hands flat on it to smooth out the wrinkles. he looked down to make sure his body wouldn’t betray him.

“okay jean, i’ll be here in the morning to make sure you are dressed and ready. and then i don’t know where i’ll be put but knowing sasha she’ll have me doing something outrageous”, you laughed at the last part knowing her and her crazy ideas.

“thank you y/n i can not thank you enough.”, he said trying to keep it short and sweet not knowing how much longer he can keep it together.

“then i’ll be on my way, i remember where the stables are and how to navigate the castle so you will not have to walk me there this time. and you have thanked me enough by liking my work, that is all i need, so goodbye jean.”, you said a show turned to leave. he watched you walk out of his bedroom doors and had a strong urge to follow you. he peaked his foot open and saw you turn down the hall the four of you had come from earlier.

he dashed down the hall and watched you go down the steps and go down the left hallway. he went down the steps and saw you standing at the window looking out at the town.

you knew jean was behind you, your not stupid. there is a reason everyone wants to be on your hood side, so you let him follow you. he watched you continue down the hall then go down the steps of the main stairs. he walked out from behind the wall and continued to follow you down the steps and down two more halls till you reached the front doors. you turned your head towards him and he brought it back around the wall.

‘why am i following her like a five year old’, jean thought and shook his head and turned back down the hallways and walked away from her. you stared at the corner until you heard his footsteps no more.

you walked out and went to the stables to grab your horse, you found her and pulled her out and walked to the front gate where the guards opened the door for you. you immediately met with a river of people and you quickly mounted lina and got in the flow of traffic back to your home.

it took way longer than it should’ve to get home but once you were there you brought lina to the back and went inside. you had grabbed your mail from the mail box hanging on your front porch wall and looked through it. you stopped at a red envelope and cursed to yourself.

you had forgotten all about you plans from two nights ago, after your shift you were supposed to go out that night and leave town for a special meeting, but because of jeans robes you completely forgot. was this meeting extremely important? yes it was, are there consequences for not attending this meeting? there are.

you took a deep breath and opened the envelope and pulled the folded paper out and read it, “mavel. you did not arrive at the fangehul at all. come tonight after sunset. if you do not we will send someone to come for you. meetings are not to be skipped. we do not care for excuses because there are none. you show up this time or you know what happens. and we wouldn’t want that to happen again.”

“well damn. i’m screwed. i can see it now my eyeballs in a jar, my tongue as cat food. my ears as necklaces. how could i be so stupid to forget.”, you thought to yourself as you plopped down onto your couch with the red letter in your hand.

the fangehul means dungeon in your native language. it’s a place where no normal tailor should ever be.

but you've never been a normal tailor.

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