Once upon a time... In a faraway Iand, there was a tiny kingdom... Peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here, in a stately chateau, there Iived a widowed gentleman... And his IittIe son, Elliot.

A kind young lad who was gentle and blessed with a sweet heart. Just like his father.

Although he was a kind and devoted father, giving his beloved child every luxury and comfort he could want, still he felt that the boy needed a mother's care. And so he married again, choosing for his second wife a woman of good family... With two daughters just Elliot's age. By name... Anastasia and Drizella.

It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother's true nature was revealed. Cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of Elliot's charm and status, she was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters.

Thus, as time went by, the chateau fell into dispair, for the family fortunes were squandered... Only one servant was hired to help keep the home tidy as it could be.

Due to the vain and selfish stepsisters, Elliot was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in his own home. And yet, through it all, Elliot remained ever gentle and kind. Maybe it was because of the female servant that kept his sanity and heart. Yet with each dawn he found new hope that someday...

His dreams of happiness would come true and he would marry the woman he loved and take back his right as main heir.

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Confident sways of her skirt made the female feel prideful, her simple dress shifting every second she moved. Almost as if she was dancing on the tiles. A upbeat melody playing non-stop in her head. The sun had barely risen as she got to work. Breakfast had to be made and she'd rather not have her friend be forced to get to work this early in the day.

Sadly, it would happen anyway, but, if the food was prepared a tinsy-bit earlier, maybe it would put Elliot at ease.

(Y/N) could hear the chiming of the bells and calls of 'Cinderellas' name. Growling under her breath, the young woman hears the screechs of the kettle to accompany the awful tune. Placing the food and drinks on the treys. The (h/c) haired gal makes sure she has all the items and heads up to the laddies rooms.

(Y/N) doesn't bother to hide her scowl, knowing fully well that being nice to the wicked wouldn't help her in the past or present days. Using her shoe to aid her in opening the door, the first thing she heard was Drizzela telling her to pick up her dirty hamper.

(Y/N) merely sighs, blocking out the rest of the laddies voices once delivering their own food. After closing Lady Termaine's door, the servant scrambles down the stairs steps hurriedly.

Heading into the kitchen, (Y/N) rushes out the back door to grab the clean pure white table cloth she had hidden away. Thankful that the devil of a cat named Lucifer hadn't scratched it up.

Carefully treading into the kitchen once more. The woman finds a small table in the corner and two little seats. Pulling them out into the middle of the room, (Y/N) grabs a glass cup from the cupboards placing it on the table.

Once she heard footsteps heading towards her, the female lifts her head to the newcomer. "Mornin' Elliot!" (Y/N) said sweetly, her smile brighter than the suns glow. The young male returns her grin, which grew a bit wider when he finally took notice of the set-up the (h/l) haired female had made.

"My goodness! (Y/N) did you-" "make breakfast for us earlier? Absolutely, even took care of the hags meals while I was at it. Along with her squealing pigs, she calls "daughters"." The young woman replied with a dry tone at the end. Walking over to the sink to clean some bowls while the food was warming up.

Elliot did his best to hold back a wince at her blunt response. He goes over to take a seat at the white clothed table. "Well, they are still my family.." The blonde said quietly with a sour taste on his pink tongue.

(Y/N) almost dropped the cup she was washing in the sink. In her (e/c) eyes, Elliot was saint, a gift among men and woman with his beautiful, tender heart. It pained the female that he would dare say he was even related to those heathens he calls his "step-sisters" and "step-mother". Truly, the young woman pitied him. Hoping with disdain that the laddies of the house got what was coming to them.

Blowing a soap bubble away from her face, (Y/N) thinks of a little song to cheer herself and Elliot up.

"Oooohhh Ooohhh~! Ooohhh- *ack!*" Coughing into her fist from hitting such a note. Elliot giggles at her dramatic gasping for air.

"*Ahem!*" The young mans laughter ceased as he waits for her to sing, holding back his chuckles.

Grinning, (Y/N) picks up a clean ladle and starts to stir the warming up oatmeal.

"The dreams of young lovers are like a good wine.
Surprised by the richnees and sorrow they'll find. Longing for something sweet, come sweep me off my feet~!"

"Hoping for some change, to take me away!
For nothing in life comes free."

(Y/N) sang, using her free arm to grab a cinammon shaker, sprinkling in the seasoning. To caught up in her cooking to see Elliot's swooning expression. The blonde had always adored her voice, even when they were children, he'd listen to her made-up songs and lullabies. Even if they were odd to the ear, Elliot would listen attentively.

"Oh, hope is a dish far too quickly consumed.
Pipe dreams on a plate, I'm simply run-through. All alone, sitting still, a table for two."

(Y/N) turns to her friend, winking as she gestures to the nicely set-up she had made. Elliot's fair skin had turned a pretty shade of pink at her cheekiness. But soon his friend placed a hand atop of her forehead in mock tiredness.

"Bitterness plagues me, but what I am to do?For nothing in life comes free...!"

(Y/N)'s smile returns and her attention goes back to the pot, vigor her in stirring.

"You'll see... Never they'll tell me. It's written in the stars; I'll never get that far! I'll spread my wings and fly far from here, reaching for my best. Then finally, my heart will be at rest."

Bringing out bowls and cups, she placed them carefully on the table. Bowing in mockery towards Elliot. Flashing his pearly whites, the gent gets up from his seat to help her. Which was greatly appreciated for her tired arms.

"...OH...!" (Y/N) sings the high note right this time as she heads over to the warmed up pot.

"The party's about to begin, so...! Grab all the glasses and bottles you can. Dress up the table, and cheers the end. Of the sorrow, the sadness, all the strife we've endured! A new day is coming, those wishes been heard! Oh, sit down and enjoy what's served."

Pouring the food in each bowl, the young woman smiles gently.

"A new day is coming, my wishes been heard.
So, sit down and enjoy what's served..." (Y/N) finished, twirling as they place the food down with grace.

Laughing into her dress sleeve, the woman takes Elliot's hand. Dancing in a clusmy waltz while birds from the outside world chirp to a different song. The young male felt his face grow warm even more, while doing his best to keep (Y/N) in his arms. Soon the (h/c) haired woman came to abrupt stop, pushing a dreamy-eyed Elliot to his seat before the food got cold.

"Warm food should surely wake ya' up." 

(Y/N) said, patting down her messy apron. Heading over to her seat, but was astonished by the speed Elliot had as he pulled the chair out for her. Smirking coyly, she does another mocking bow. "Thank you, monsieur.~"

"Pas de problème ma dame aime.." 

(Y/N) snorts at the males attempt of flattery, letting him push her chair in. Soon sitting in his own seat as they start their breakfeast.

Ta-Da! A new series! I've been inspired and Yandere Disney Male Princess have been on my mind for awhile. I have no idea how the other small tales will turn out but hopefully they'll be good! Please give me your comments and hearts! Hehehe! Ps. I might make a second part if I receive 50 votes and a few comments!