3rd person POV
Y/n stays silent, staring down the maid, who, seemed to be unfazed by the statement she had just made
His emotionless face had dropped, with a dumbfounded one taking its place.
"You're my... personal maid?"Y/n manages to get out.
When Y/n had lived with his parents they... weren't that well off. Ok maybe that's a bit of an understatement, they were dirt poor, completely broke.
Sufficed to say Y/n hasn't even experienced anything CLOSE to having a personal maid.
And now one has just been dropped into his lap. It was actually kind of uncomfortable
"Well, not officially, officially I'm your secretary, the ship that helps you with your commanding duties, but nevertheless I am a royal maid, so it is my duty to serve you" she says sincerely, bowing her head. Y/n nods
"So-"
"Hello hello hello!" A overconfident voice rings out, a voice Y/n knew all too well
Walking into the bar came Meyer in his signature fur trench coat, he wore his usual fake smile and piercing eyes
"Hello Meyer" Y/n says begrudgingly. Belfast raises any eyebrow
"Oh~? Is he your friend?" The head maid muses
"It's complicated" Y/n rolls his eyes.
"Now vhat's a man gotta do to get served around here?Hahah!" Meyer exclaims sliding across the bar.
Bel was interested at this man's eccentric behaviour, it's like he didn't have a care in the world. She observed him carefully.
Y/n just sat, his head in his hands staring at Bel, completely ignoring Meyer, as if to read her thoughts Y/n speaks:
"Don't get up" he orders. Bel's mature eyes look at Y/n curiously, he hadn't been this hard before
Y/n picks up the bottle of vodka, served to him by Bel and tosses it Meyers way.
"Catch!" Meyer doesn't even look Y/n's way, catching the bottle with one hand.
"Dankeschön" he says pulling the cap off the bottle and drinking it straight up. This surprised Bel, as not only was it unruly and uncivilized, it now meant that she couldn't reuse the bottle.
"What does a cripple like you have business here?" Y/n deadpans, Meyers piercing gaze locks onto Bel. Bel would consider herself a confident, thick skinned person- er- ship, but something about Meyer's fake smile and his piercing silver, dead eyes got under said thick skin
"Vell I Vas coming to check on my drinking buddy..." he says slowly making his way towards Bel, over-dramatizing each step he made. Bel kept a straight posture and sat up straight, however on the inside she was feeling Squamish
"... but I don't really care about that now... who might you be beautiful?" Meyer says his silver eyes burning holes into Bels
a quip from Bel's "master" quickly calms her nerves
"Don't worry, he's harmless" Meyer ignores his friends plight and continues staring at Bel
"Vell?" He says in anticipation. Bel smiles
"I am Belfast, head of the Royal maids and Y/n Shevetsov's secretary" she says calmly.
Meyers eyebrows drop into a frown as he scoffs
"Taken huh?" He says taking another swig and walking back to the bar. Bel smiles, that went better than she expected
"Well he certainly is... different" she says with a mature giggle
