Marvel Imagines pt. 5

One womans trash, another mans treasure ❤️‍🔥 Royal!Bucky/ others.

Song: Pastel ghosts - silhouette.

Imagine; you're the maid of the queen, and the castle you're in become a refugee for King James, King Steve and his royal guard Samuel when they get stranded due to heavy snow. Perhaps rescue wasn't very far.

Warnings; angst, abuse, name calling, angst, incorrect medical treatment. I know you're not supposed to treat a burn with icecold things, so don't come for me..

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'You imbecile!'

It isn't the first time Victoria (if that's your name, Victoria can be another name), calls you that and it probably won't be the last either.

She always calls you names, hits you like you're some insolent child. You're never good at anything according to her, why she even keeps you around is beyond you.

'I'm sorry, your majesty... I-I'll clean it right up...' you stutter as you start picking up everything you've dropped off of the tray.

Your left hand burns from the hot tea that spilled all over it, the red skin screaming angrily at you for being so careless with the tray, you weren't really that careless at all, but Victoria makes you believe you are.

'You better! Then fetch me some new tea! I am thirsty and you again have to make me wait for everything!' she yells at you, in front of a lot of other maids and servants, you can tell by the way they send you apologizing looks. It's humiliating that you went from calling her your younger sister, to having to call her your majesty or my queen.

'of course, My Queen..' you hurry out as you grab the tray and rush back to the kitchen.

You drop it down near the stove with quite some force, if you didn't know any better you'd say that tea was still boiling in the kettle when you took it to the Queen. You look down to see the angry red hand slightly shaking from the pain it gives you.

Your eyes sting with tears as you move to the faucet, letting the cold water gently run over the burn. You hiss in pain. All the kitchenmaids that were staring at you when you came in now move to grab the needed supplies to treat such a burn, it's not the first time they've had to do this. 

'Let me see that burn, child..' the oldest kitchen maid, Mrs. Butters, tells you as she lays a reassuring hand on the small of your back.

'The tea..'

'Let them handle that..' she shushes you and with it the anxiety, the consequences the queen has for servants who don't listen are rather brutal. 'Here.. sit...'

How did it ever have to come to this? You were royal before she ever was and yet she managed to completely banish you to becoming a maid. Sure you've made some good friends, you were good to them all those years, so they protect you, but they can't do any more.

The tears are thick and your sobs are far from pretty. It's not caused by the pain in your hand anymore.

'All back to work now, dears.. I will help Y/n..' she speaks, everyone turns around and the kitchen is as busy as always again.

'I'm truly sorry, your majesty...' she says. You let out a bigger chuckle.

'You truly are the only one left that dares call me that while my dear stepsister has eyes and ears everywhere..'

'You will always remain my queen.. you're the first born so you should still have that right.. don't you agree?' She sympathizes with you.

'I do not know anymore.. she burned all the evidence of my existence, I can't make a rightful claim to the throne and my people suffer from it...'