"Good morning!" I happily greet my father. I pull out a chair for him at the table.
"Someone's in a good mood!" He laughed, "Have you met a suitor?"
"No!" I exclaim in response, trying to ignore the question. Nowadays, the only man I worry about is my father, I haven't the time to think of marriage.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you will find a kind and wealthy man someday, [Y/n]" He says as he sits down to breakfast. I gently shake my head, as I follow suit and sit down.
We don't speak much as we stuff ourselves full of food. Breakfast goes by quick, and soon my father gets up to start work. I wish he would rest more, but he's determined to keep busy.
"Father, may I go into town today?" I politely ask, trying to convince him with my eyes.
"Well, it's dangerous for women to go alone.." he ponders out loud. "But I trust you, [Y/n]. You may go"
"Yes! Thank you!!" I give my father a tight hug, then put on my [f/c] cloak before heading out.
I shiver as a cold breeze passes by. I don't know if it's just the wind, but I can feel a chill pass through me. Perhaps it's anticipation, but whatever it is I push it to the side and continue on.
After a solid minute of walking, I reach the pub. I push open the heavy oak door and try to to ignore the stench of alcohol. I suppose I'll have to get used to that if I am to work here!
"How can I help you, miss?" A scruffy old man looks me in the eye. He stands behind the bar, so I assume he's the person I need to talk to.
"I-I, was uh," a hot wave of panic flares inside me. I try to regain my composure as the bearded man lets out a sharp laugh.
"Spit it out, young lady!" The man chuckles, making his short gray beard fly around like the dove from last night.
"I'm here to apply to be a bartender," I smile. The man returns my expression.
"Of course! Job's yours, if you want it!" He flashes me a smile before going back to work. Seriously? This place must be pretty desperate to hire me.
"Oh, uh, thank you!" I exclaim, trying not to show how excited I am. "So, what do I do? When do I start?"
"All you have to do is pour the beer from this barrel in mugs, and collect the customer's money. Quite simple." The guy flips a switch on a pipe that's connected to the barrel, so that it's pouring the ale. He holds a wooden mug underneath the tap. "Why don't you give it a try?" He says as he turns the tap off. The man grabs another mug and hands it to me.
"Sure, this looks easy," I mumble as I walk around to get behind the bar. I flip the switch and hold the mug underneath the tap. Once the mug is filled, I turn it off.
"There you go, miss! You can start today, just, one question," the man says, reaching for another mug.
"What would the question be, sir?" I ask nervously, fiddling with the mug in my hands.
"What's your name, miss?"
"[Y/n] Smith. My name is [Y/n] Smith." I say proudly. "There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait!" I smile to myself as the man looks confused.
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We Can Forge Our Own Destiny
Fanfic19 year old [Y/n] Smith is in desperate need of a miracle. Her father, a blacksmith, has fallen ill with a disease that claimed her mother's life years before. At the same time, [Y/n] meets some men enrolled in the army. They tell her about the revo...
