Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

"Alright. Speaking of servants, Cheryl, will be serving as your personal maid. She'll assist you with whatever you need and keep you company while you're here." I nodded. "What about you?" "I am the housekeeper. Every other servant answers to me. The head chef, gardener, security guards, serving girls, accountant, everyone. I've been here longer than all of them, and they've all proven their loyalty over the years." "That's a lot of staff," I said, looking around my room. "This mansion must be a lot to manage." "It is." I thought about it for a moment. "So, what does the accountant do?"

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

"Very good. Steward Horne, I’m pleased with your work. From now on, you’re a member of the Reyne family." Steward Han's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly asked, "May I know what my status will be?" "First-class slave." Hearing this, Wilbur could not help but feel shocked and opened his eyes. To avoid drawing attention, he quickly shut them again, continuing to meditate. What shocked him was Divan giving Steward Horne the status of a first-class slave. In Buck Town, the lowest rank with a chance of survival was a third-class family slave. Ordinary cultivators needed at least a hundred years to become a second-class slave, and five hundred years to become a first-class slave.

She shook my hands before turning to leave, her guards and entourage going after her. I walked into the kitchen still in shock from what just happened. "Hey," Melanie nodded at me. The chefs were busy with cooking while some of the servants were carrying trays out of the kitchen. "Here, carry this tray and come with me." I took the golden tray with so many dishes on it and went out of the palace kitchen with her. "We serve the higher ups first, then the warriors and what's left goes to the omegas and servants, unless you're the servant of a higher rank." She winked at me.

he informed. "You would?" I asked, eager by what he said. "Yes, there is an exception I forgot," he replied. "I forgot I promoted her to the head servant, all royal head servants are always buried close to their master," he informed. "But this would mean, this would mean I can't promote anyone again," he stated. "I don't mind, I don't even want a handmaid," I said as he nodded. He claps his hands and two men arrive from behind.

Powerlessness gnaws at me. — Do you have someone to take care of you? — Yes, of course. A lovely young girl. Livia. I frown. — Livia? — A maid. She looks after me every day. She is discreet, devoted. A maid, then. I have never seen her. I imagine an elderly woman, worn out by work, like the old servants of the house. — Where is she? I ask. — She must be somewhere in the house. I nod, but my gaze remains fixed on her.

I nodded and said, "That feels good. " "Get down on your knees. Beg me. " My head snapped up and I shouted at him, "Are you playing with me? " "How can you say playing? You're the one who said you liked it and wanted more." I blushed, "Our agreement was that I would be a servant for you, not a whore." "In my world, a servant has to do everything to make his master happy." He winked at me, "Right now, what makes me happy is the sex with you ."

But even though there was such a huge disadvantage by being the servant of a god (having your life in the hands of another), the advantages were immense. As already stated, servants get a power upgrade by inheriting a portion of their god’s strength. And the higher the servant is ranked, the more power is available to him/her. There are three servant ranks: lower ranked servant, middle ranked servant, and higher ranked servants. Lower ranked servants inherit about 10% of their god’s strength. So they were mostly in the early or middle stages of the profound realm. Middle ranked servants inherited up to 20% of their god’s strength and were usually in the peak of the earth realm or the heaven

Intimidatingly beautiful. “Oh really? But may I ask why there is a hierarchy? I mean, every one of us here is considered nothing but servants to the Alpha and his family, so why exactly should there be a hierarchy among servants? I think that is absolutely ridiculous and unfortunately, I don't intend on going along with such an embarrassing tradition,” I responded, and I meant it.

There was one rule that seem to have applied throughout history when it came to proud , arrogant nobles who believed themselves untouchable. Your servants are there only to serve, so long as they perform their duties you wouldn't interfere, they were below you so you wouldn't meet their eyes unless addressing them. The servants revered you, to meet the eyes of their master was generally met with scorn, as such actions were considered borderline impertinent.