~(Y/n) POV~
I walked towards my lady's corridor thinking about what might happen.

Maybe she just wants to know what I did to the prisoner... or did she find out about my shifter ability?

I was deep in thought I suddenly ran into someone. Why is my dumbassness active today... I look down and see Cassandra on the floor, glaring daggers.

"I'm sorry lady Cassandra, I was too deep in my thoughts." I picked her up and she just pulls her hand away

"What could possibly be in your mind to have not seen me walking in front of you"

"Well your mother has called me towards her chambers, I was wondering what I did wrong"

For a moment she looks worried, scared of something happening but it quickly went away

maybe this has happened before

"Very well, just don't say anything to upset mother I don't wanna win by forfeit"

I chuckled and smirk "I'm sure you'll win our hunt one day, maybe when I get a few handicaps"

she giggles "That day will come soon mutt, Just you wait and see." I just nod and start walking a few steps before looking back and seeing Cassandra beginning to worry more the further I go.

I walked closer to My lady's door and waited outside. I let out one last sigh before knocking.

I'll be fine, I'll be fine.

"Come in"

I'm dead, I'm dead...

I open the door and walked in "You requested my presence, my lady"

she was sitting in a chair beside her bed, I believe, with the fireplace lit. She looks to be enjoying some of her wine before reaching her glass out. "Mind pouring me, pet."

"Of course my lady." I slowly grab the nicely decorated bottle

Sanguis Virginis?... Virgin Blood, maybe this is what Cassandra was worried about.

I slowly pour the liquid, getting a hint of a familiar metallic aroma. Remembering the etiquette lessons Mother Maria taught us, I fill the glass up with the appropriate amount and held the bottle for further instructions.

"I see you're a well-trained pet, tell me do you werewolves need blood sustenance?"

I was confused at first, the lady called me up to get to know me more? However, I realized she asked me a question

"well we don't need blood to survive if that's what you're asking my lady, however, we werewolves do need to hunt regularly or the bloodlust urge of Lycaon will take over and have us go in a frenzy."

She hums and continues to drink her wine.

"well, you won't have to worry about that. You and Cassandra have been hunting a bit recently."

"just a small hunting game, she doubted my skills and I just protected my pride now she sees it as a challenge to excel me." I filled her cup again when she extended her cup toward me

"So tell me pet, what happened down in the dungeon?"

I froze a bit but continue to speak

"Well, it's a method that we use to haunt the person we are torturing. It's only effective if we know the person in close relation, unluckily for me I know him more than I would like..."

My ears flatten on my head and my tail tucked, I still can't shake the feeling about him. Sensing my discomfort my lady immediately changed the subject.

"So what can you tell me about your village, what status do you have?"

fuck. what do I say...

"I'm considered a scout but I also do calvary if the village is ever in danger."

She nods and stays silent, presumable for me to continue.

What do I say?! Wait, I know!

"The information I was willing to share is that our village also has four lords each holding four important aspects of our village. I will only tell you about one of them, my superior."

She seems interested in that bit of information. Hopefully, my lies will misguide Miranda.

False information is deadlier than no information

"Our commander Zevark, a bugbear. He's in charge of protecting our community by any means necessary, but he relies more on his brute strength and barbaric tactics. He sacrifices his comrades if it means winning."

And I put him in his place for challenging me in my position.

"I know little about the other lords but each has their special powers outside their race abilities, Zevark has an ability called Rage. It allows him to push his limits on both his endurance and damage intake to keep fighting. After using the ability he grows more tired and weaker than his normal stature, damage received during the Rage is also used to fuel his strength."

Luckily everything has a limited intake

"Interesting pet, is there a way to counter this power?"

"Not that we know, Zevark hasn't lost a battle yet from using his rage ability."

"Interesting, do you probably have any form to identify him"

Shit, maybe I still have his picture.

I put the wine down and started to pat my pockets till I felt a familiar square, a picture of him trying to seduce females but everyone knows he's not what he says

"This is him, his ego makes him think every female wants to be laid by him so he gave out this picture, he gave me one before I left the village"

(I couldn't find the artist and I couldn't read the signature however they deserve credit I only added a background and frame)
I hand her the picture and she takes a quick look before having a disgusted expression. I try not to laugh but seeing her face scrunch up was cute.

Wait... what!? No, she's the enemy, don't think that
You'll just be imprisoned forever.

I quickly shake my head before she puts the picture away, turns to me, and stands up.

Did she read my mind or something!?

"Oh before I forget your new maid uniform is ready, please strip"
She walks to a closet and I stayed still. I put a hand on my chest before unbuttoning my shirt. The first thing she noticed was my multitude of scars of different sizes, tears, and depths. She had a look of sadness before walking closer and tracing the larger scars on my back.

"Is this the treatment you said those traders do?"
I just nod, trying not to remember some of the ones I got from creatures using self-defense to avoid the clutches of the traders. She then traced my top surgery scar, I giggle and smile
"That one isn't from them, it's one I decided to create"

"For what purpose was this one"

"We'll I never felt like my body was shaped correctly, sometimes I wish to be a male, others female also I wish to be none. Mother Maria help guide me to my true body format and identify. I'm not fixated on a single gender so I asked her to get rid of my breast thanks to her it became easier for me to love my own body, recently I felt more feminine but I like to mix a few androgynous styles in"

I felt like I was being stared at as I was rambling. "I'm sorry I was too caught in the memory." I grab the uniform and put it on, avoiding my lady's gaze.

Why did I tell her about this, it just flowed out so easily and comforting.

"It's ok pet, I'm glad you feel like yourself with us, I'll even ask to get you a butler uniform, I bet you'll look dashing in it."

I smile and look up at my lady "Thank you" suddenly we heard a knock

"Come in" my lady heads back to her seat as Lidia walks in.

"My lady, A package from Mother Miranda has arrived along with a letter from Lady Beneviento." She brings a rectangular container with yellow liquid and a letter that has a sigil with the sun and moon

"Thank you, Lidia, you can take you can take our new pet to help you." She turns to look at me "I enjoy our time together, perhaps I should keep you from my daughters"

I laughed and smile "Then they wouldn't have as much fun as we do now"
She laughs and nods before I walked behind Lidia.

"I see you're getting acquainted with our lady" Lidia gives me a look similar to a smirk. I just scoff and look away thinking about how easy it was to speak without a care in the world.

"It's just a conversation, I just held my end of the deal."

A conversation... that was all... right?

"Anyways, what are we gonna do for dinner today chef Lidia"
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{I am alive}