Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl. The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house.

Upon hearing this, not only Olivia but also Serena's expression changed. The Thompson household's servants were divided into three levels. Mr. Cooper and Ms. Taylor, who had served for many years, had custom-made uniforms. The servants in charge of the villa wore dark blue uniforms. The black uniform was for the lowest-ranking servants who were usually responsible for the kitchen and toilets outside the main house. Diana meant that Olivia was now the lowest-ranking servant in the Thompson family!

I followed her in confusion. “If you think you’re going to lay about all morning while the rest of the staff work, you’d better think again, human,” she told me as we walked. “I’m the housekeeper and a beta. The lowest servants under me are gammas, and you’re not even that. You’ll take on the tasks I have to listen to the others complain about, which will make you useful despite being human.” “That isn’t my job,” I snapped, furious at her treatment. This was exactly what I told Mr. Cavendish I wouldn’t tolerate. “I’m here to—”

Servant are not allowed to leave the mansion without any proper notice to the Alpha. No lurking around after nightfall, all servant are to retire to bed after dinner. Male and female workers are prohibited from having any relationship inside the mansion. ( Punishable offense). Do your work and stay out from trouble. She says concluding. "How long have you been working here" I ask curiously. "Mm well I'm not sure, my mom brought me here when I was little but I think 20 years now" "Most of the servant here were slave" She continues saying, scratching her cornrow.

Butler swirled his long stick in his hand and stalked towards her, she knelt on the floor immediately, “I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me, master.” “If you call me master again, then you’ll be punished severely!” He rolled his eyes at her, “I am Head Butler, so all of you will address me like this. In Royal Castle, every person has a special rank, and you have to respect them in accordance with that. Oh God, new slaves and the same headache. Now, I have to train them as well.”

Theo said to me as the servants began to dish out our meals. I cleared my throat, getting everyone's attention. I let out, “Let it be known that Haylee is no longer a slave, and neither is she a servant. She is now a royal help who takes orders directly from me or any member of my family. A royal help is a position higher than that of a servant, so act accordingly.” “Yes, Alpha King.” The servants around me answered, doing a terrible job at hiding their shocks from their scent.

A cat that swallows more than it can chew chokes on its own ambition. I remembered that day clearly. How livid I was when I heard those words. "Eva, do not do anything you would regret. Let's not forget our place. We are servants, and our purpose is to live and die while serving the king. Do not have any other thoughts." Servants. Servants. That was all I had ever heard my entire life. I was just a servant—someone who could never rise above my rank, someone who could never be more. But did I want to accept that fate?

I'm owned by my master. "Must be hard for you," he said sympathetically. "No, not really. I'm my master's personal maid," she said rather casually. Mighell understood that being a personal maid is the highest ranking of a maid because she serves the master, the highest ranking person in the house. But if the master is an abusive or terrible person, then the personal maid would suffer. He didn't get why Patience was so happy to be 'owned' by someone. If it was him, he would die or try to escape to gain his freedom.

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.

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.