A flubbed errand
1,045 words | Original work: The royal pet, the scullery maid, and their lover
Content | Pet whump, collar, shitty (medieval-ish) working conditions, literally no research into medieval-ish stuff whatsoever, implied: conditioning
Notes | Heyyy remember that golden cage post I did the other day? Guess what!
I don’t know who the “lover” is yet. This is extremely pantsed. You might guess from this entire author section up here I’m not taking it entirely serious yet.
Contrived first meeting: check.
Critical research failure: check probably, I wouldn’t know lol
Nelisa had never had high aspirations. No one in her family could afford them.
Being a scullery maid in the royal household was the best she could have hoped for. Sure, the work was hard, and almost everyone looked down upon her, but it was a secure post, and she had food every day, and a roof above her had.
She didn’t really have room to complain.
She didn’t really have room for anything other than work.
Tonight was worse than usual, because his Majesty was hosting a feast. Usually, about this time of evening, when most of the food had gone out, she would have her own hasty, kitchen-corner dinner, but tonight there was no thought of that. She only rushed to carry in more cooking water as one course after another was prepared. She liked to imagine the company in the dining room as a many-headed, insatiable monster, slurping down dish after dish. It helped distract her from her own empty stomach.
Okay i love this. The unearthliness of Lint, how he moves and talks and how Nelisa automatically knows and is unnerved by him hhhhh very very good