Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

She listened to his words, not liking the fact that they were true but unable to refute them either. She had often noticed the upper maids, noticed how impractical their outfits, how elaborate their hairstyles, how soft and stupid they were when it came to even the most basic duties of a maid. They were utterly worthless at cleaning, couldn't sew to save their lives, their hands perfectly soft and uncallused from working in the kitchen gardens or from scrubbing linens or the Master's clothes. But they were obviously doing something that pleased the Master, and now she had a less ephemeral idea of what that was. She bowed her head a little as he spoke, describing how an obedient and well trained wife would be desirable to a man and couldn't help but think that it made sense, but then why was she forever told that a wife must be pure for her husband when she came to the marriage bed? She felt a bit more at ease at the thought that, unless she did something incredibly foolish such as Tabitha's woeful lack of good sense, he would give her a good recommendation when he tired of her and she would either be able to stay in his house in a different position or she would be able to go to a different house and be hired on. Hopefully he'd be sensible enough to not discuss the details of this particular part of her service to him, but at least he could vouch for her hard work and dedication to her job. She had always been a quiet, conscientious worker, and the idea of being so highly recommended by him that she could become a head maid or a housekeeper was enough to make her feel a bit more enthusiastic about her job. She had to admit that she had never thought of things in the way that he presented them. Mostly because she had simply never thought of herself in such a role to change so much. However, the difference she supposed was that as a toddler and then as a child, she had increased in knowledge and sensibility. What she feared was becoming one of those foolish, buffle brained maids that gave no thought to anything aside from the styling of their hair or of what they could order the undermaids to do and fetch for them. Mairead wasn't as well educated as a lord or lady by any stretch of the imagination, but she had been taught by the village vicar how to read and write, to do figures and the rudiments of history and sciences and literature. On some occasions she'd been able to clean the library and had stretched her work out long enough to allow herself to read from one of the many leather bound volumes that filled his collections. Interesting treatises on politics and military history, royal lineages and the stars and planets above them. Many things were beyond her understanding but...she was at least curious about those things, even if they far beyond her own learning. The idea that she would become like those other maids, or even worse, a brainless little pet, shook her to her core. Do you...dislike women who think, Master Marlowe? I know there are some men who believe that women should not be educated but...but you are not one of them, a-are you? She asked, trying not to sound as worried as she felt.