"My people have a tradition where we must serve a human after reaching adulthood."
"Why?" you ask.
"To show our dedication to helping a stranger and learn humility and duty. But, as empress, I never really got around to it."
"How long have you put it off?"
"Well... the youngest one can become a maid is 16 years. And I'm 122 now, so..."
122? Dang. She looks good for her age, you think.
"My subjects have accused me of being decadent and lazy, despite all the work I do for them. So to show them what I'm capable of, I'll subject myself to becoming your maid. I'll cook, clean, whatever you wish, I'll do it."
"Huh. Neat. So should I call you 'your highness' or..."
"Why of course you-... no, wait. Y-you can just call me Zea, if you wish. Although if you WANT to address me by my title, you most certainly can," Zea said. From the tone of her voice and her facial expressions, it was clear she had a preference despite giving you the choice.
"Alright, your highness," you say. You see Zea's regal face ever so slightly brighten up upon hearing you say her title. "First thing I want you to do for me is..."
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