Evie had only been awake for five minutes, and already knew that today would be hellish.
Through her still-blurry vision, she saw one of her mother's favorite servants, Abrams, standing before her with a tray of breakfast.
"Lady Evelyn, your mother requests your presence as quickly as possible. I have instructions here to oversee your morning routine in order to get you to her post-haste," Abrams said in a deep voice, casting his eyes to his floor as he talked to her.
Evie grumbled and rolled out of bed and put on her silk robe. Despite her love for her mother, being the daughter of one of the most powerful women in the Lythe Kingdom had its downsides. The expectations on her were enormous now that she had come of age. The fact her mother had ordered Abrams personally to oversee her getting ready meant she was up to something.
Like all of the household staff, Abrams was an attractive specimen. Dressed in the standard uniform of all of the servants, he was in a pair of leather underwear that nicely outlined his sizeable bulge and muscular glutes. His chest was hairless, and on each of his nipples was a gold ring, denoting his status as head servant of the household. Evie knew that her mother also liked to keep her servants plugged, and assumed that Abrams, being high in servant status, had at least a 5-inch plug up his rear today.
"My lady, I have been instructed to make sure you bathe and dress in your semi-formal regalia today," said Abrams, leading Evie into her bathroom where a nude page boy was drawing her a bath. He was bent over the tub pouring in lavender scented oils. Evie noticed some fresh bruises on his rear.
"Seems like someone got in trouble," Evie said jokingly to the young page. He blushed, and looked nervously at Abrams.
"Paul here is one of our newer acquisitions. A bruised bottom is necessary on the way to being a proper servant in your noble household, my lady" said Abrams with a smile. "You are dismissed, Paul" he said, as Paul bowed and left the room.
"I got it from here, Abrams," Evie said, dismissing the higher ranked servant as well.
"Yes, my lady," said Abrams, leaving Evie to her bath.
Evie dropped her robe and removed her nightgown. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her skin was very pale, especially at this time of year when Lythe was experiencing its dark winters. Her hair was dark blonde and curly, and hung down past her shoulders. Her body was soft and curvy, and while she was not beautiful in a starlet kind of way, she got her fair share of second glances by the servants who thought she wasn't looking.
She stepped into the bath, laying down in the bubbly, aromatic water, letting out a sigh. She knew exactly what her mother was up to.
Just two months ago, Evie had turned 18, the time that women in Lythe came of age. A woman's transition from girlhood to womanhood was one of the biggest reasons for celebration in the kingdom. Evie's family owned one of the largest publishing companies in the kingdom (and in the world), making her family as powerful as blood nobles. At 18, Evie could legally enter the business and begin to amass her own fortune, to create her own household, and to start a family. Evie's mother, June, was eager for her to get all three of these things started.
Evie was enjoying working in her mother's office, but was less enthusiastic at the thought that she would have to begin the long and arduous process that was establishing and running a household in Lythe. She had grown up being waited hand and foot on by a slew of handsome, submissive men, never having to worry about a thing. She knew it was expected of her to provide the same to her daughters, in addition to carrying on the family business to continued financial success.
