First Class Servent Novels & Stories

"You're probably one of Young Master's fangirls. If you want to stay here longer, you have to control yourself!" I blinked thrice. Me? A fangirl of someone? Who is she referring to? I didn't bother to ask her who the Young Master is and she proceeded in giving me my first task. Before giving the task, she explained to me about the hierarchy of servants. She introduced me to them first, before the explanation of what their roles are. I met the bodyguards, footmen, kitchen boys, scullery maids, cook/chef, and the housemaids, which I am one of them. Mrs. Cruz introduced me to the head housemaid, who is the senior house maid, Mrs. Jessica Garcia. And her task is to report to the Housekeeper. The

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

Well in my pack, the servant staff were the lowest and they served everybody. "Well, now that you have seen everything,..." I said as I turned around to face His Highness' Uncle, one who I considered to be the famed Jacque Reeves, as he was starting to walk away heading down the corridor. "Is everything up to your liking on the matter of the condition of the rooms?"

His eyes surveyed the room, as he had just woken up. Soon, a light knock came on the door and after he had granted access, it was pushed open and a servant walked in with a tray of food. “Your highness." She greeted him as she inclined her head, after dropping his food on a table. She moved toward a corner and gulped, just as she did so. This was what she was meant to do, as a servant here. They, the servants, were to take orders from their superiors and depending on their superiors, the rules applied differed.

I was stopped by Hector— Looking like he was dying to let me in on a secret but he couldn't exactly give me a friendly smile or pat on the back around all the other servants timidly watching and listening. "I have been summoned to look for you." Hector said courteously, his head held high and his accent most distinct. We walked up the stairs. I followed behind him because walking beside him would make us acquainted to each other. Butlers had a better position than slaves. You would consider them middle class. They were white but poor. That is the only difference between them, the extravagant and us. Once we were in a little corner, he snickered to himself.

Every vine that crept along its walls seemed to whisper in a forgotten tongue. Alaric stepped out first, his boots silent against the stone. He did not glance back as he began walking toward the entrance. Seraphine scrambled to follow. Before she could speak, the grand doors opened. Lined up in two respectful rows were the estate’s servants—four maids dressed in muted grays with silver clasps, and two butlers with perfect posture and crisp coats. At their head stood an older man with a neatly trimmed beard and an expression of composed authority.

They greeted Richard with polite bows and warm smiles. “Good afternoon, Mr. Richard,” one of them said, his voice smooth and professional. “Afternoon,” Richard replied, his tone clipped but polite. “Take the items in the trunk and deliver them inside. Handle them carefully…they’re for Tammie.” “Yes, sir,” the servant replied. With a quick nod to his companions, they moved toward the car, opening the trunk and carefully lifting out the boxes and garment bags. I stood off to the side, feeling out of place amidst the flurry of activity. The servants worked quickly, their movements efficient and precise.

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.

Serving in a military family household, the servant naturally adapted to the strict and organized system in their daily routine that it became no different than a military camp. Once all the servants approached their master, they quickly greeted him enthusiastically, though the rules were strict and the family was of high rank noble status and authority, they treated their people well and sincerely. Most servants are even reluctant to retire from service due to their loyalty and sincere affection for the Fans. “Greetings Master!” “Greetings Commander Fan!” “Welcome back, My Lord!” The commander, upon being greeted then finally let out a small smile, barely visible, and said; “Mmm, where is y

“Did the girls let you sleep in a bit?” “Kelly and Daniel took them to breakfast, and honestly, I slept well past noon,” she admitted. He guided her toward the stairwell that led to the First Class section of the boat, an area she would generally not be permitted to enter under normal circumstances were she not escorted by the valet of a First Class passenger. Jonathan was actually staying in Second Class, but he was free to move between the areas as needed so that he could provide the services his employer required. Steerage passengers were more limited in their permissions to travel freely about the vessel.