Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

She was supposed to start from the lowest position as a servant and now that he was making her higher than every other servant, she certainly knows she was going to make so much enemy than all the friends she has ever had. Lincoln gazed at her on hearing her gasp, but after sometimes he continued, “ which means you will oversee every single servant here. From the cleaner to the cook to the guard and every other servant, and get back to me. Your job is to make sure they all do their duties perfectly well and not to lift your hands to do a thing” he stared at every single servant In the kitchen then gritted his teeth “and if anyone dares disobey your orders, inform me immediately, is that unde

Dallas’ p.o.v. I understand why Uncle Vaughn wants to deal with this issue first. He wants to replace those Servants as soon as possible, but also send a message out there. “Each Servant who works in the Royal wing was put there to spy on the Royal family and to report to the Elders. Not only for the Elders to have a heads-up, but also to inform their former Alphas. This is a list of the Servants who are currently stationed in the Royal wing.” I say as I hold up a piece of paper.

“This is our life. We’ve become people helping others live out their dreams.” The honesty was surprising. I didn’t expect him to say something like that, but it was true. We have no life. Servants will continue to suffer under the current rule. In one way or another, the empire structured the lower classes to be confined to this continuous cycle of the "master and servant" relationship system. One to be used, and one to gain, I thought angrily. A girl calls out to Afsan, and he waves at me before leaving. "Dreams are useless anyway," I said under my breath.

She takes another long dramatic pause and number three approaches with a frown on her face as she passes twelve different keys into our hands each. I hold it by the tip not liking the looks of things, whatever this is it's not good once again. "You all have twelve different lord's who you will protect and serve with your whole soul and mind. Each tier and level also have masters which they are assigned to. But once we all are together we remain the same number, color and tier unless a promotion is made. All that being fair you will all get to be meet with your individual masters when they think you are ready to,

We watch outside in silence for a bit. “Is the village hierarchical?” I asked. “Very much, everybody has their roles and must take them very seriously,” sitting on the edge of the window, she continues. “We also have traditions just like normal communities. This village consists of the elders, who make the law, and without them, I bet there would be peace in this village. The bloodkeepers are tasked with hunting the mortals, ensuring the village has enough supplies without drawing much attention.” “What hierarchy do you fall in?” She looks at me, then back outside, playing with her thumb as if she is nervous. “I'm among the thralls. We are the human servants bound by blood pacts. We carry ou

At the time we were both always hungry and freshly cooked food was always better than conjured food. As I entered the kitchen I noticed the place was quiet. The servants that worked in the kitchen were mostly lower level demons. They were the ones most people think of when they hear the word demon. They were typically small, no more than three or four feet tall and had colorful scaly skin and dark or red eyes. These types of demons were not able to make deals like the upper level demons. They were typically used as minions. In the old days we would use them to scope out potential deals, to find the people most desperate for our help. Now humans always wanted something, they were never satisf

“Do you have a lady’s maid that can assist in sewing?” My smile falters. “No.” I struggle for what to say next. My past is not hard to discover. I cannot pretend that I have lived a life of privilege. “I was a cook and a lady’s maid.” I confess quietly. “My father was the Alpha of Harvest Moon but he died and— ” I struggle to continue. “Well. I don’t have any servants.” I see her smile quiver. A look of pity flashes in her eyes. Ascending one’s position within the pack is often insurmountable. Once a servant, always a servant. Descending the ranks is not difficult at all. The higher the position the more precarious.

There was no male in the tower of babel so all the servants were women from 15 to 40 years old. Each maid was carefully screened. Different characteristics such a loyalty, clean background, good personality, beautiful appearance, and the ability to serve were necessary. Even after they became maids, they wouldn't be allowed to approach members of the royal family before at least having worked for three years and accumulated enough experience. A servant wasn't just someone used to work. A servant represented the face of the one they served. The mistake of the servant was the mistake of the master. What's more, they had to be careful about spies, assassins, or seductresses sent by the nobles'

“There’s a secret?” “Oh yea.” Replied Edvard eagerly. “For example, did you notice our servants?” “What about them?” Lila didn’t give them much thought. They all had well-built frames which very much unlike a servant in general. Luckily their serving skill wasn’t as stiff as their muscles. The look on Lila’s face told Edvard that she took a note about their unusual servants. He smiled inside. “Did you also notice how they highly respect you more than the rest of us? Even my father doesn’t get the same level of respect as yours.”

"The servants talk and the guards talk and the pack talks. A servant living in the Alpha's quarters, cooking in his kitchen, sleeping in his bed. This is not about a contract anymore. This is about the stability of the pack. An Alpha who cannot control his own household cannot control his own pack." Another elder, the oldest one with white hair and a cane resting against his chair, leaned forward and looked at me with something that might have been pity if it were not so cold. "She has no rank and no family and no claim to anything except the position he has given her. And that position was supposed to be a servant. Not a mistress. Not a mate. A servant."