happilyeverbeginning | Mickey & Minnie

Young prince Mickey tended to ditch his lessons for silly reasons - the weather was nice, or he saw a dog outside, or the lessons were too boring for him to handle. On some level he knew he needed to start paying more attention to those lessons since he was the sole heir to the throne. Those responsibilities felt like burdens he could not handle, and often the thought of the future made it hard to breathe. Some days he escaped his lessons just to escape the choke-hold of reality.

Today he ran from his lessons for an entirely different reason - a cute girl in a white skirt.

Mickey was unusually kind to most of the servants, often treating them like equals, but the first time he saw that one girl - the world took on a new light. In turn, he wanted her to see the best of him. He didn't want her to admire her simply because of his blood - no, he wanted to impress her.

The plan seemed very simple at first - her schedule dictated she'd pass by the armory just after lunch, and that's where he'd be with the door wide open. He'd be swinging a large, intimidating sword as if it was nothing, and then oh so casually pretend to notice her, while she was no doubt swooning over this display of manliness.

So there he was in the armory, and there he was picking up the biggest, most daunting sword he could find... except 'picking up' was too generous a word. He couldn't lift it. At all. He was grunting and groaning and sweating, teeth clenched as he tried to pick up the blade that was three times his size and four times as heavy.

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Minnie was extremely grateful for her employ at the castle. Her Matron were kind and patient in teaching her how to do her duties, they provided her with a comfortable place to stay and paid her very well, enough that she could send the money home and not have to worry about her family so much.

And as for her masters, she couldn't deny they were intimidating. To work for the Royal Family was a high honour and she certainly didn't want to disappoint them! The King and Queen were not unkind, oh no, but they were often very busy and her job was to help keep the castle running efficently without drawing attention to herself. So really to be noticed by them would be a black mark against her. But well, Prince Mickey was certanly a lovely mouse. He always thanked the servants, even if it was for something as small as giving him a cup of tea. Everyone adored him!

She hurried about her duties, scurrying past the armoury when she heard a sound. Nobody was meant to be in there, were they? She debated fetching a guard in case it was someone who wasn't meant to be in there but peeked in first. Very luckily so it would seem, as it was Mickey himself in there. Trying to use the largest sword in the room.

"Urm, sire?" She asked, a little timidly. He was basically her boss and it wasn't her place to question him but he did seem like he was having a little trouble.

For once, hearing her voice did not give him the utmost joy as it usually did - now it brought sheer embarrassment. "Muh-muh-muh-" He stammered her name helplessly, and dropped the sword - he had only gotten it up by a hair's width, but that was enough for the sword's handle to slam on top of his foot.

"OW!" He kicked his foot up, yelping in pain, and hopping up and down as he clutched his foot. The hopping sent him backwards - knocking over shelves of helmets, which knocked over standing suits of armor, which knocked over the swords on display, and on and so forth...

By the time everything was on the floor in a heap, all Mickey could do was stand there, his muzzle deeply red in embarrassment. All he could was utter a pathetic "... Hiya?"

Oh no!! Not only had she distracted him and gotten him hurt, the armoury was a total mess now. She wouldn't be surprised if half the castle had heard the crashing. She rushed over to Mickey to check him over for any other injuries.

"Sire, are you okay? Oh, I didn't mean to distract you! I heard someone in here and wasn't sure if anyone was meant to be in here-" she rambled a little. She had a lot of reasons to be worried after all.

"Minnie, Minnie!" He holds up his hands, trying to get her to slow down. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to understand anything else she said. "It's okay, really! This is all my fault... you didn't do anything wrong."

He looks over the damage, and manages a weak smile. "Yeah, my old man's probably going to give me an earful about it... which'll hurt extra, cause I have big ears." He glances back at her, hoping he can at least get a laugh out of this.

"Oh no!" She didn't want to get him in trouble either! Although it was sweet of him to consider taking the blame.

"Well, if we can get this cleared up before he comes, you won't get in trouble!" She picked up one of the smaller swords, looking for where it went. "Although soem of it is...really heavy." She glanced at the bigger swords and sets of armour. Well, less mess is still better than lots of it, right?

Swing and a miss. Mickey swallows some nervous laughter, trying to not show his wounded pride. At least she hadn't started guessing what he was doing, or why.

"We can at least give it a try!" He headed for the smallest and lightest things, such as the helmets, and began to pick them up. "If we work together, I bet we'll have this done in no time."

Mickey & Minnie - Servant/Master Love

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