“I have prepared your bath.” Andres bowed, placing one basin at the doorstep for you to wash your muddied feet. He never questioned your another nightly walk in the woods. He knew you loved nature, and your freedom.

Instead, he spent hours patiently waiting at the door. Being born on the lower side of hierarchy, made those chances of serving you feel like he owns the world. And perhaps the nearest he could have a touch of heaven was when he's at your feet, worshipping you.

“The linens are hung by the rack if you need them. I have ensured the oils of your preference are added to the water as well,” Andres continued, helping you step out of the basin once you're done. “May I have the pleasure of washing your hair like usual, or would you require some privacy tonight?”