Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when

“Dear citizens of Lycara, as you all know today is the day of the selection and allocation. I have received all your applications for new servants.” “For those who are not aware, there are three categories of servants.” She said looking towards us, the new selection. “General servants — these sets of humans are allocated to a household or the castle to work there, this could be as a cleaner, nanny, gardener or cook.” “Pack caregivers — these humans are responsible for taking care of the pack as a whole. Cleaning up after the warriors finish training, farming, weeding, fishing and so on.” “Personal entertainers — as the name implies, these humans are given to a specific master to attend to pe

You want to chop off my legs and execute me for that? At that moment, Darryl was not aware the world he was in had hierarchical restrictions, although the women were relatively open-minded. The top of the hierarchy was Dominic and Ivy due to their distinguished status, followed by the Saint Power cultivators, then it was the soldiers and civilians. Slaves were at the bottom. Therefore, Darryl, being a slave, touching Ivy's hand was regarded as blasphemy and disrespectful.

HIK's servant. The lowest status, the most expendable in this place. A series of wooden rooms painted in warm yellow stretched from east to west in the castle, entirely dedicated to the servants. The hierarchy here was highly distinct, from the housekeeper, the driver, and the chef, to the maids. The R.HIK family treated its servants fairly because its owner was extremely wealthy. Although the rooms were moderately sized, one could live comfortably with proper space utilisation. And they, for the time being, would stay here, the farthest from the castle's main rooms, the most distant from Arthur R.HIK...

not that he had forgiven him but that it was more important to not remember all of them. At the entrance of the party he watched as the servants moved in and out of the hall serving drinks. He hated how disorganized and disarranged they were. back in his pack, there was a system for everything. There is even a way that the servants identified themselves well in the presence of people of power like himself, his beta, or his Warriors.It has been the perfect strategy to make sure that all the slaves were in check and well controlled.

These people their positions may be that of a servant but their worth is comparable to those revered generals or martial arts masters. Even amongst the servants there is a hierarchy to maintain the order and this applies to all factions. Every household has a personal attendant which is the highest-ranking servant. These personal attendants are to personally serve the masters and mistresses of the Imperial Family. They also manage all the household issues including the collaboration with the Imperial Guards regarding security of the residences. All urgent and official matters are brought to the Head of Household who serves as the personal attendant of the Emperor himself. Once the man steppe

And much more. Ban: I think- I think it's Grey's status window. Lisa: Status window? Ban: Yes. It is similar to those in video games. However this contains the details of my 'slaves'-- Grey what does this say. Grey: It says here that my current job- SERVANT. And that below it, says. NEXT PROMOTION - RETAINER. It's a ranking system. It ranks my slaves and gives them promotions. I get it now. This is just like a game. Wait! Can I try this?

A maid asks the fellow maid. The first ones to be checked up are the servants in the palace. They all lined up outside the royal infirmary, waiting for their turn. "I don't know either but I think it's a good thing. Turns out the royalties know to look down upon us. They now care for our well-being." Her fellow maid answered. Then another maid joined their conversation, "I don't think that's the case." "What do you mean?" The two ask.

A grand staircase, fit for royalty, led to the upper floors, inviting exploration. Amidst the grandeur of the Hamildell Mansion, a flurry of activity could be observed. Servants, dressed in crisp white and black uniforms, moved with precision and grace, attending to their various tasks. The air was tense, as if an unspoken tension lingered between them. Each servant had their designated role, from the maids who meticulously cleaned every corner of the house to the butlers who ensured the smooth running of the household. Despite the tension, the servants worked diligently, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpets that adorned the hallways. They moved with an air of professionalism, their

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.