Maidly Duchy

There's a distant sound of horse hooves, as gentle as bird calls during sunrise. You haven't heard it in so long... It has to be that. It's impossible to hear it in the middle of the city, but groggy as you are, you take it as part of a beautiful, reminiscing dream -- the countryside you visited in your childhood years.

Rumbles from the carriages that skip over stones and uneven dirt paths, chatter and laughter from people busying themselves with various tasks; the activity of an early morning village life. One after another, these sounds refresh the cherished memories that time has turned vague.

As you lay on your bed, taking deep breaths and picking on each individual sound to paint a better scene of the dream, you sink back into the peaceful rest they had disturbed.

In such a way, a few short-lived moments you could consider the best of your life pass by. Short-lived as everything ends when you suddenly hear two knocks on a door. Someone opens it before you can even answer, and just as swiftly, they step inside. Despite the hurry they seem to be in, they remain silent afterwards.

Left with no other choice but to greet whoever that is, you push yourself up with your elbows, the closed eyes now a frown.

The person, aware of your attention, bows, hands clasped respectfully while they speak with a clear tone, "Good morning, young master. I apologise for disturbing young master's rest... I have come to inform the young master that the bath is ready. I am also informing that the butler has reviewed young master's schedule for today and made the following adjustments..."

"Wait, what?" you ask softly. "Hold up..."

The question doesn't seem to reach the person. As you sit there dumbfounded, the person, who apparently is a girl, and who is also apparently wearing a maid costume, goes on and on in an endless blabber that makes no sense to you, talking about documents and nobles and shit.

Not that you mind a girl greeting you first thing in the morning, but you have no idea who the fuck that is. Not to mention the extravagance of the room you find yourself in. The furniture is either large or made of gold or jewels.

'Where the fuck is this?' you wonder, adding a curse to every discovery you make.

As your thoughts run at full speed and your eyes explore, you suddenly feel as if something is missing. It's hard not to worry about yourself with such a sensation. However, this feeling instantly clicks when you shift to your side and towards the girl. The back pain that haunted you every morning is gone. Nothing feels the same. In fact, every part of your body just feels better.

Well, if there is one thing you can say is the same, it's the dick that raises before you do, but you believe that to be more of an universal thing. The one exception you can think of is a random bastard in a novel... A supposed 'young master'...

"Hmm..." you voice audibly as your thoughts turn in an unusual direction.

Your deep voice seems to startle the girl. Another look brings about a flinch from her, but nothing else.

At some point that girl's mouth finally found a pause and she's been silent since. On a closer look, her dress looks more like an apron with a cloth belt tied tightly around her and her shirt hides everything up to her neck despite having short sleeves.

Hanging down from her neck seems to be a small pendant, the only jewelry you believe her to be wearing. The only other piece, you find out about when she tucks her medium-length brown hair behind an ear, revealing an inconspicuous earring.

With your attention back on her, you notice the girl glances up at you with amber eyes, quickly returning her gaze to a spot on the floor afterwards. Her hands then squeeze together as her teeth take a gentle bite of her lower lip. Even when breathing, she tries not to make a sound.

She seems even more nervous than you are.