Being the Maid of Yandere Louis James Moriarty
A/N: I kinda winged this one, if you can’t tell already. Enjoy, or don’t, I guess. Do whatever.
You were a maid at the Rockwell estate.
Fairly young, you had worked there for your entire life.
Your days consisted of tedious chores, cooking and cleaning mostly.
That is until Lord Rockwell suddenly took in three wards.
You heard passing rumors from other servants, about the incident at the Moriarty manor.
The count and his wife, along with all of their servants, tragically lost their lives in a terrible fire. Nothing was spared, except the count’s children, who were left orphaned.
Although no one seemed to mention the adopted child that had also perished in the fire…
You felt pity for the boys, only a few years younger than yourself. Especially the youngest.
The eldest son, Albert, was busy with duties as the heir to the earldom while the second son, William, was soon enrolled in school.
That left the youngest, Louis, alone.
And, although you don’t like to admit it, you felt slight trepidation at first.
The boys were withdrawn, which could only be expected, but they didn’t seem to have an air of grief about them. More so, the atmosphere appeared almost like a cold sense of resolution.
But, when you laid eyes on his bandaged face, you felt guilty for your thoughts.
Ashamed, you made it a point to be especially kind to the boys. But, your efforts mostly went to Louis, who remained in the house most of the time.
Initially, Louis was rather confused by your attention. You seemed to go out of your way to speak with him. Whether it was just greeting him or asking how his day was.
He didn’t know why you were so interested in him, rather than Albert, the eldest, or William, the prodigy.
Most people disregarded him, the adopted, scarred boy from the slums, with neither age or intelligence to make him stand out in a particular way.
Still, he remained cordial to you. He was even somewhat grateful to learn firsthand how to manage a household.
Soon enough, it became common for the two of you to be seen together, whether it was doing laundry, washing dishes, or cooking in the kitchen.
It was tedious work that you were used to, but you enjoyed the time with Louis.
And you couldn’t help but think he did as well.
As time passes, Louis becomes gradually less distant, his smile becoming less of a pleasantry, more genuine.
He would also leave small gifts for you, be it a small pastry he claimed he made too much of or a flower he said was out of place in a bouquet he picked.
You're pleased by this change. Ignoring etiquette, you sometimes gently ruffled his hair just to see him get flustered. Or you would hug him to coax a smile out of him.
If someone saw the two of you, they would have seen an older sister teasing her brother.
And it felt that way. For you, at least. For Louis…
It felt odd to think of you in such a way.
William mentions, offhandedly, how close the two of you seem to be.
Louis is startled by this observation. He’d never been particularly close to anyone except William, and Albert, to an extent.
He quickly assured his brother that you were just a maid, an innocent servant that knew nothing.
But William only smiles and says he’s happy to see Louis enjoying himself.
With his brother’s (seeming) blessing, Louis reconsiders his feelings about you.
It was obvious you viewed him as a younger sibling, if your physical affection said anything. But why did that frustrate him?
He wanted to be the only one you smiled at with that beautiful smile of yours. He felt irritated whenever you gave one in passing to a male servant.
Fortunately, it was easy to use his young age to his advantage. He would grab at your skirt like a child trying to get someone’s attention. It was shameless, but effective as you would turn to him with a smile.
Or he would pretend to be confused about how to prepare a meal, just to have your attention to himself.
It was easy when he was younger, but those tricks wouldn’t work as he got older.
So how could he keep you to himself?
As years passed, the two of you grew older.
Your relationship now turned a few more heads. Why would a simple maid be so close to the son of a count? You heard this among other whispers as you passed servants in the halls.
It was endearing, at first, to see a maid so attentive to her young master. Now, however, it made it look as if you were just a tad too ambitious. Could you be trying to raise your social status by seducing a young nobleman?
The entire idea scandalized you so much that you made an effort to shape up, acting more professional around Louis, who obviously notices you becoming more distant.
It’s difficult trying to maintain a proper relationship, between a servant and their master, with him. But you figured it was for the best, since he came of age and wouldn’t remain in the Rockwell estate forever.
This was inevitable, and you had resigned yourself to that…
Louis, however…
He isn't oblivious to the rumors, so he doesn’t blame you for becoming distant. However, he refuses to accept this. You’ve become someone precious to him.
So, he asks his brother for his advice…
For reasons unknown to you, your life had become increasingly hostile at the Rockwell manor. Rumors followed you everywhere, along with disdainful looks. You noticed items of yours disappearing. Pins were stuck in your uniform and broken glass in your shoes.
Who would do such a thing?
Your only solace was Louis, who remained loyal even in the wake of your distant behavior towards him. He comforted you as you confessed all that happened.
Ultimately, it all culminates in someone - you only saw a shadow - pushing you down the large staircase, causing you to break a leg. The one who found you lying at the base in a heap was Louis…
Carrying you to the servant’s quarters, Louis softly proposes something to you.
Albert has purchased a house, in the quiet town of Durham. Somewhat old, but furnished. He and his brothers were to move there soon.
As he bandages your leg, he asks for you to come with him. He can’t bear to see you suffer here any longer. There won’t be too much work, his brothers and he weren’t demanding. There was always a place for you.
As you tear up and hug him, for the first time in a while, Louis smiles to himself.
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