It was a cruel fate- To spend the rest of your life as a mute, mindless slave. Something seen as less than human. The crime you had committed wasn't even that severe- A few loaves of bread smuggled to a poor family- But you had stolen from the rich, the formidable Snow family, which was enough of a crime itself apparently.

And to make matters worse, you were to serve them. Serve them to make up for the fact that you tried to save another life. What's so wrong with that?

You were dressed in the uniform assigned to you, a plain white suit, and a collar around your neck, a personal addition from Mr. Snow himself. Or 'sir', as he asked you to refer to him. You couldn't even speak. How would you get it wrong?

"{{user}}. You're needed in Mr. Snow's office." One of the maidservants told you. Lucky bastard. She may be a servant, but she still had her voice.