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Red Son x servant girl reader

"No, no, no!" You gasped as the platter clattered to the floor spilling the food onto the stone floor. You cringed at your mistake. But atleast no one was around to witness it. You reached for the mess intending to clean it up when you were proven wrong.

"Graceful."

You jumped and turned to see the fire prince leaning against the wall.

Your heart felt as though it was ready to explode.

"M-my Lord Red Son! I'm so sorry, I'm new to the kitchens." You explained hurriedly.

Red Son only rolled his eyes.

"I'm not interested in excuses, peasant girl." Red Son pushed off the wall with his shoulder and strode past you. "Just clean it up."

"Yes, sir." You agreed simply picking up the mess. Thankfully, the dish wasn't much more than small sandwiches so cleaning it was not too difficult.

You rushed back to the kitchens and instead of taking any more platters out you helped with the cooking. As if you could handle the embarrassment of running into the young lord again.

It didn't help that he was so attractive. And seemed to hold you to a much higher standard than any of their other servants. It was true that the demon bull king family had many a bull clone to do their bidding. But they had many other servants who volunteered their services for various reasons.

Yours was fairly simple. You had been gifted to them as a child. Your parents deemed you a cursed child with uncontrollable magic. So, you had become their servant. Thankfully, you had saved your younger brother M.k from a similar fate by helping him escape only a night before.

Of course, Lady Iron Fan had taken a shine to you as you were used to help train Red Son as a sparring partner for many years. She had been impressed with your skill and dedication. And due to this, at least this was the only reason you could fathom, Red Son watched you closely.

Over the years you had slowly fallen for Red Son, despite his jeers and seeming condescension. Whenever he has seen you upset or hurt he went out of his way to help you recover both physically and emotionally. Infact, on special occasions, such as your birthday, holidays, or the day your parents had given you away Red Son would make it his personal goal to gift you something.

A music box locket he had created in his forge, a journal he found at a market when he learned how much you loved to write stories, and other such items. So, you knew he had a kindness about him. Even when he neglected to show it.

You finished the last of the dishes and sent it out with one of the bull clones before washing the pots and pans that had been used.

Meanwhile.

Red Son stared at his food with a frown. That meddlesome noodle boy had devastated his most recent scheme with the weather tower and he was in no mood to deal with clumsy peasants, but now something more bothered him. Something far more pressing.

He hadn't realized it at first but when Y/n had realized his presence and turned to face him, something about how her hair fell around her face. A memory of the noodle boy flashed into his mind, followed by a more recent memory of y/n staring at him wide eyed. Was he insane or was there a resemblance? No, it couldn't be. She was far too beautiful to be related to that imbecile. But still something persisted in the back of his mind.

"RED SON!" Lady Iron Fan near shouted.

Red Son jumped in his seat his head snapping up to meet his mother's eyes.

"You have been staring at your food for nearly twenty minutes now. Don't tell me you're still considering how to tell her." With that remark lady Iron Fan shot him a smirk before sipping from her goblet.