I don't own the song "Candle Queen" by Ghost and Pals, or this video. Also, the video doesn't have much to do with the story, I just really liked it.

(Y/n) sighed, getting up from her cot and trudging to the bathroom, where she put her (h/l) (h/c) in a tight bun (unless your hair is too short for that, then just leave it down).

She slipped on her black dress, followed by her lacy white socks and black shoes, followed by her gloves, apron and head piece (you know those things maids where in anime and such? does anyone know what they're called?).

She looked over herself in the mirror, smiling in satisfaction. She hurried out of the maids' quarters.

Yes, (Y/n) was a maid for the famous Alfred F. Jones, the man who owns almost all television networks. You might think that this was a good thing, but no. Alfred was a very mysterious man. (Y/n) had never seen him in person, she mostly worked for his older brother, Matthew.

(Y/n) walked calmly to the kitchen, quickly grabbing Matthew's breakfast off the counter and heading to the dining hall.

She placed his food neatly in front of him, making sure to leave out extra maple syrup like she always did for him.

He smiled happily at the sight of the extra syrup. "Ah, looks delicious, thanks, Ms. (Y/n)."

She beamed, giving a small curtsy. "You're welcome, Master Matthew." She responded, turning to leave.

"Oh, (Y/n)." He quickly said.

She looked back at him. "Yes, Master?"

"Alfred's been really piled up in work lately, would you mind bringing his breakfast up to his study for me?"

(Y/n) was surprised, usually Alfred always kept to himself, none of the other maids had ever seen him in person either.

"Of course, Master."

Matthew beamed brightly. "Thank you so much, (Y/n)! I would do it, but I have a meeting with Julia Belschmidt at eight."

"It's really no problem, Master, have fun on your date with Miss Julia!" (Y/n) giggled, walking back to the kitchen.

"T-this isn't a date, (Y/n)!" She couldn't see his face, but knew he was red from the remark.

She grabbed Alfred's breakfast and headed upstairs.

Luckily, she remembered what door lead to his study from her first day.

She knocked softly.

"Come in." A tired voice sighed.

(Y/n) opened the door, gasping at the sight of the man.

She had never seen a man so perfect. Gold hair, sun kissed skin, sky-blue eyes hidden behind such adorable glasses, what was not to like?

"Just 'cuz I'm famous doesn't mean I bite." He chuckled.

(Y/n) quickly snapped back to reality and closed the door.

"I have your breakfast, Master Alfred." (Y/n) said, displaying the lidded silver tray she was holding.

She heard his stomach growl. "Thanks a million. I forgot dinner last night, so I'm starving."

(Y/n) was surprised he seemed so down to Earth. She was expecting him to be snooty and self-centered.

Alfred laughed. "You really thought I was a snob?" Alfred smiled. It was like he read her mind, it must have ben her expression.

(Y/n) started apologizing in a panic. "Please forgive me, Master Alfred, I meant no insult, I-"

He waved his hand lazily. "Chill, dudette. it's fine, really."

(Y/n) hurriedly set his food in front of him and backed away after a small curtsy.

"Wait." He said, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "I never caught your name."

"(Y/n)." She whispered. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

"Well, I hope to see more of you, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) subconsciously blushed. "And I you, Master." With that, she took her leave.

(A few days later...)

Alfred was hosting a party for some of his business colleagues.

Of course, since (Y/n) was a maid, she would be attending to serve cocktails and such to the guests.

Maids in the Jones' mansion had special uniforms reserved for parties like this, so (Y/n) slipped off her normal dress, putting own a similar black one, except that this one was made of silk.

Her fancy gloves and socks were decorated with a few simple yet attractive crimson ribbons, and her shoes were switched out with more formal red flats.

After she adjusted her long socks, she was ready.

She nodded in satisfaction, heading out to do her job.

(Y/n) stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a tray of champagne glasses before heading to the ballroom.

She was about to approach a rather grumpy young man (can you guess who???), when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned, staring into those perfect sky-blue eyes. She felt her cheeks heat up. "Hello, Master."

He grinned playfully. "Sup, (Y/n)! Sorry 'bout the party, Mattie told me to keep it formal." He dramatically almost choked out the last word.

(Y/n) giggled, he was so much more playful than he expected.. "Well, this a business get together after all."

"Ugh, don't remind me." He groaned.

(Y/n) smiled, offering him a glass. "Champagne?"

He shook his head. "Can't, I'm underage."

Her eyes widened. "Really? You too?"

He smiled again at her. "Yup! My parents called me a prodigy when I was younger, guess they were right."

(Y/n) beamed. "Wow! That's amazing, Alfred!"

"Call me Alfred, dudette." He said, his cheeks pink.

She smiled softly, her face a deep pink. "Alfred..."

Alfred blushed noticeably more. "Hey... (Y/n)?"

"Yes?"

"Do you maybe wanna get out of here and look at the stars?"

(Y/n) nodded eagerly. "I'd love to."