First Class Servent Novels & Stories

I smile to make them comfortable and though it didn’t help much, I noticed they were trying to be comfortable. That’s a good start. “What do you think about shifting to a new house? The house you can call your own. Not in some servant quarter packed like animals.” I suggested, and they looked at me confused. I know they must have never had this idea before. Because it’s normal for servants to stay in the servant quarter. But that is the problem. It’s their job, not their title. They were as much part of the pack as other pack members are. Just because they work as a servant, their rank doesn’t get less than anyone.

I called. The door swung open, and five servants entered in a neat line, each pushing a wheeled silver cart laden with covered platters. The smell hit me first — roasted meat, fresh bread, something spiced and sweet. My stomach growled again. They bowed in unison. Two left immediately after setting down their carts, while the remaining three lowered their heads again. “My lady,” the one in front began, “we are here to serve you during your stay — meals, bathing, any needs you may have.”

"As expected. It simply means that your duty is anything you're told to do. Cleaning, scrubbing, cooking, washing, serving at the table. Anything at all. Normally the servants are divided into categories and you only handle tasks you've been assigned in that category. But that isn't the case for you. At any time, you can be called to do anything maybe because one of the servants is ill or unavailable or simply because your assistance is needed. Whatever the case, you must attend to your call immediately. "And if I'm already doing something?" She stared at me and I felt the need to explain further. "Are there any tasks more important than the others?" "No. They are of equal importance. Unless

They are confused about what I do and how to go on about it, they are people who are really fucked up and have lots of shady secrets, I'm pretty sure Maggie won't go deep down into details yet. After all, I'm still new and might attempt running off or running my mouth anyhow, anywhere. Only if they knew I had nowhere to go, they wouldn't be scared or think I have an option of running to nowhere in particular, but then again I must not make them feel like I truly am homeless. "Kate was chosen as the master's personal tender just like every other way each servant is to make him tea, just random tea and place them all in one large tray, He comes down and I present it to him, whoever tea he choo

Then, I said with a calm gaze, "Grandpa, Vivian was the one who broke off this engagement first. "She cheated on me with another man and even signed a master-servant contract with him. I've always conducted myself with integrity, and our family would never allow a woman like her to marry in."

And Celine's arrival at that time successfully became the talk of the whole luxury house inhabited by many servants. Not without reason the house has more servants than the owner. Apart from the owner not wanting to bother himself with cleaning floors, bedrooms, or cooking, as well as doing other housework. So for one field of work, there is a special servant who does it. Typical people with abundant money are like that. And Celine has felt in a position that always gets the best service. "Welcome, Miss Celine," greeted one of them. In terms of the uniform worn, it looked different. Celine guessed that this woman was the butler whom Grace had specifically asked to welcome and serve her.

He kissed my left palm while watching me with a smirk. I thought about his words momentarily. "No, I don't." I shook my head. "Servants aren't meant to have good lives. They are meant to serve their betters; if need be, they will be thrown away and replaced." I said firmly, "We are just some small cogs in the greater workings of a clock." That is going to be my reality. Someday, I'll be tossed out once I serve my purpose. I always wonder if that day is swiftly approaching.

, she teases, lightly tapping my shoulder, and letting out a chuckle. "I see." I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us so different. In the end, we both serve the master, but it appears that a slave is a slave, and a servant is a servant. Servants are paid while slaves are not, and slaves are given fancy rooms while servants are not. Servants have a choice and slaves do not. I can't make sense of any of it, nor do i understand my role here, but I'll leave it at that for now.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

In their own words, they said it was an honor to serve me and that they wanted to show everyone the truth. 'I seriously don't know what you did to make them like this, but it's uncanny.' 'What makes you think I did anything? I'm just as confused as you are.' Sometimes I found myself a little intimidated by them, especially since they were all older than me. It always felt strange that I could order them around when I felt like I should be respecting them. "What's on your mind, your grace? We might be able to help," said the first servant. "I was simply worried about whether or not Mildred would come again," I said.