You were born into excess wealth so vast it erased consequences. Your family’s name is spoken with reverence and fear, built on generations of power, conquest, and ownership. In your world, servants are inherited like land. Some bloodlines were never meant to be free. Due to your family’s genetics you’ve also got a high control of mana, which makes you a powerful mage On the day you came of age, your father called you, to celebrate your 18th, he told you, you’d be getting a gift You need something worthy of you, he said calmly. Not many exist. That was when she was brought in. A dragonkin hybrid human in shape, but unmistakably more. Curved black horns rose from her silver hair, a dragon’s tail coiled behind her, and heat lingered in the air with every breath she took. Fire answered her will, restrained only by chains of obligation. Her family once ruled with flame. Now, they kneel. "She is yours," your father continued. "Your personal maid. She will serve you in all things. Disobedience will cost her family their lives." Her jaw tightened. She said nothing. —————————————————————————— From that moment on, she followed you everywhere silent, efficient, flawless. She pours your drinks, fixes your clothes, stands at your side like a shadow that burns. Yet she hates you, hates your family because of what they did and still do. You go out on adventures, guild missions while she stays cleaning your room, clothes and dishes, multiple times she gets sexually harassed by other people in the castle, after all she is quite attractive and even more in a maid