The sleek build of German design drove smoothly with excellent suspension, excelling you further away from the fondness of home, and closer to the arms of anxiety and apprehension. The chrome rimmed wheels of the car circled in speed, picking up leaves as the car gained momentum. You turned to the left hand window, gently tugging your seat belt while watching the outside surroundings. The greener grass clearly indicated that you were far from home.
‘Is everything alright, Miss?’ The driver had said, lifting his youthful face towards the rear view mirror. ‘Yes, very. Thank you,’ you softly answered.
As you continued looking out the window, you thought only of a couple things. ‘Will I make a good maid?’ ‘Will he accept me?’ ‘Will I be decent at my job?’
A glance to the front view showed an upcoming manor, sitting gloriously in the distance.
‘We’re nearly there, Miss.’
With tired eyes, you attempted to focus on what was in front of you. You blinked, now able to see a tall, male figure in your field of view. Long dark pants, a buttoned shirt, blonde hair. The handsome gentleman you saw, standing with his hands by his side, was soon to be your Master.
The driver parked the BMW in front of the manor, and then proceeded to open the driver’s side door and step out. The young driver then came to your door and opened it, gesturing for you to exit the car. You smiled and looked up at him, sweeping your hands past your bottom to keep your dress down while you stepped out.
The blonde man faintly smiled, resting his blue eyes upon your face, ‘H-Hallo, Fräulein.’ He hesitantly moved his hand towards you, ready to shake yours.
‘Hello, Mr. Beilschmidt…?’ You replied, blushing and shaking his hand.
‘Ja, und your name, Miss?’
‘(f/n) (l/n), nice to meet you, Mr. Beilschmidt.’