Obedient Servant / Hamilton Lyrics Novels & Stories

I remarked and tried to walk past them but they obstructed my way. I stepped back, gasping. “Wow! I didn't know that the servants had enough grown wings to look down on her Supremacy. You think Her Ladyship will rescue you from the wrath of Her Highness huh? You dared obstruct the way of the Supreme Lycan Princess….” Clearing my throat, I chuckled. “Even my servants are in the position to punish you all and your King will do nothing about it. Do you get it?” They looked at themselves but still stiffened at that point. They were quivering, but they needed to obey their Ladyship.

“What was that?” “Ambrosia- just don't tell anyone I fed it to a mortal.. An incapacitated servant is as good as none at all.” “I'm not your servant, freak.”

Camila said and Olivia took in a deep breath like she was about to speak to the emperor "This living room is dusty, I want it cleaned immediately," she said but her voice was lacking the use command of a house owner. "Yes, ma'am, I would get that done immediately. Is there anything else you would like me t do," asked the servant "No please," Olivia replied and Camila dismissed the servant "She will clean up the place so let's go. That is the power you have. And take the word, 'please' out of your statement when you are addressing them. They are your servants, not your co-equals," Camila said leading her to the staircase

"A toast! To the Alpha!" The corridor was a narrow, suffocating throat of stone, the air damp and smelling of stagnant water. The draft slipped under my wet gown, turning my skin to gooseflesh as I couldn't stop the image of Lucas’s hands from looping in my mind—how they used to hold me, and how they felt tonight. I let out a sharp, ugly laugh. "This is your reality now, omega," the first servant said, her voice flat with boredom. "You’re down in the dirt with the rest of us."

“I’m reminding you that you’re here to work as my servant under your godfather’s orders. If you don’t want to, I could always have him send someone else.” Waltz was slightly annoyed. “What? Did you just call me your servant?” Alex replied, “Do you think just anyone can be my servant? You’re lucky to be chosen so be grateful for this opportunity.”

The man love to suck up to his master, willing to do anything as long as the king orders him too. I smiled. A loyal dog, servant only to its master? Yeah, I could see the resemblance. Among all of us, Hamlet is like an on-command servant. He would do anything if the king ordered him to. He would do anything just to pleased the king. That's the kind of man he is. And that's what makes him dangerous. "A loyal dog?" I scoffed, "Yeah, I could definitely see it in him. A loyal dog," I said. "Have they seen you already?" she said, leaning against the post right by the door crossing her arms.

"Have you finally accepted your purpose, slave?" "Yes, Alpha," I whispered dully, gaze fixed on the floor. "I'm here to serve you, in any way you see fit." The words curdled in my mouth like poison, but I forced them out. Lucas' pale eyes narrowed, searching my defeated face intently. "Look at me and say that again," he commanded. Slowly I raised my head and met his wintry stare. "I am here to serve you, Alpha," I repeated woodenly. "My life is yours, to do with as you please."

Say it enough times and perhaps the words might ring true. Her eyes sought the calendar perched on the edge of a small polished oak table, the days of July carefully crossed off in her handwriting, marking down exactly two weeks to the date of their ceremony. A sacred day blessed by the creators of creatures. A day in which their creations would prove themselves worthy of faultless servitude and infinite adoration for the men that gave them life. For this life is not my own. To him I submit. For it is him I serve. I lay myself at his feet to fulfil every desire of his heart. He shall not lack with me beneath him. He is my everything.

“Obey and he will love you.” “Obey or bleed.” “Obey or vanish.” Camela clasped her hands over her ears, trembling. “Stop! I won’t listen!” she yelled. The maid's voice slipped through the chaos, calm and cold. “If you refuse to listen, you will die here. The lesson is obedience. Survival demands it.” Camela's eyes burned with anger as she asked. “Obedience to who? To the masks? To him? To you?” The maid’s whisper sliced through the air like a blade. “Obedience to the truth you fear most,” she replied.

Indestructible. That word tasted wrong in my mouth. Like worship. Like a myth. I wasn’t here to be worshipped. I wasn’t a creature of awe, I was something else. Something they should remember not by stories but by the weight of their own broken bones. A sizzle of movement to my left caught my attention, two servants paused as I passed, their heads bowed in a grotesque show of obedience. But it wasn’t respect. It was the fear. The kind that makes men obedient without understanding why.