Rated M for the following: Violence, language, alcohol consumption, romantic encounters, and just about everything else under the mature rating description.
Life at the palace was...difficult to say the least. Every day there was a routine to be followed, a procedure for this and for that, something new added to appease the comforts of nobility and royalty. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays- changing sheets and doing laundry. Tuesdays and Thursdays- house keeping for every room in the palace, save for those of which only the supervisors were allowed to visit. Every day was generic cleaning, making sure that every inch of the palace was spotless and reflected perfection. Genevera, unlike most of the servants, was fortunate enough to have Saturdays and Sundays off every week.
It came from nearly a lifetime of service within the palace, one by choice and not from some criminal act or debt. Compared to the life she had lived before entering the palace...well, it was easy to see which one she preferred. It was Friday evening at about six o'clock, and she was due off over the next hour. She was finishing the last of the dining room, preparing it for the royal dinner that evening. She would also be helping to serve the food, something that she did not do that often but excelled at when she did. Whenever there was a grand occasion or ball of some sorts being held at the palace, her supervisors had her work extra and on her days off to ensure that everything went smoothly.
Tonight there would be a variety of proteins, roasted, broiled, baked...just about any form or fashion of protein imaginable. There would also be the freshest of fruits and vegetables within the kingdom, all prepared by the chefs within the kitchens beneath them. It was quite the task bringing up all of the dinner items one flight of stairs and down the halls, but somehow or another it was done every night to ensure the comfort of the royal family. At that very moment, however, she was setting the table in a manner that was appropriate for the occasion, using the proper utensils and placing things where they belonged on the tables. She also worked to set the center pieces, clear glass vases filled with the most beautiful flowers. Genevera smiled at the work she had done, even she had to admit that it looked rather gorgeous and hoped that the family liked it. It was now six forty in the evening and the family would begin trickling in within a few minutes, so loyal to her duty she made her way to the kitchens below and began to gather the fruits and vegetables, using serving trays to carry more than she could with her own two hands alone.
Together, along with a few of the other servants, she made her way up the stairs and they began to place the plates in their appropriate spaces, making sure that the table was pleasant to look at. Once that had been done, they quickly left and hurried back to the kitchens, knowing that the royal family would be there soon. The protein came next, and the royal family began to trickle in just as she was setting down the last of the protein. Herself, along with the rest of the servants in the room stepped back and bowed their heads gracefully, hands clasped behind their backs, waiting for the rest of the family to enter the room in order to see if they should require anything else.
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