Growing up as a child of a slave is boring. My parents worked and fucked like once or twice a month tried to teach me a common sense of children in this world but as someone in her early thirties in my last incarnation. She was not only younger than me in my last incarnation but significantly less educated. I was turning a year old in a couple of days and I started to walk on my own two feet although in my spare time I was continuing to practice my quad walk.
The day before my birthday my mother pulled on me to the side after work.
"Salvie I have something important to talk to you about." She said simply we were still in that tiny room that barely could fit all of us. With me sitting on my bed with my mother. "The day after your birthday the Marquis has decided that since you have taken food and the roof over your head that you need to repay him with work." She continued, "I know your smart sweety and when he pulled me into his study to talk about you I mentioned how smart you were for your age. He has decided to make you the youngest master's personal maid."
That was interesting I hadn't learned much about the marquis family while living with my mother and father. Other than that they were the owners of the household and that we owe everything to them. I personally can not wait to leave but I need shelter until I can come up with a way to live and leave on my own. This does give me more tools though being the personal maid to a young master as I can manipulate or just more options in general.
My mother continued looking at me to see a very lack of reaction. As I considered it she was slightly disturbed by my utter lack of care. I smiled and looked at my mother, "Okay thank you, mother."
I knew I disturbed my mother she always saw my lack of emotions and in a cute one-year-olds face always being serious was disturbing, to say the least. When I interacted with other kids on rare occasions I acted above them looking down on them. My previous incarnation was a Mob boss a queen of the night.
I was above everyone, the fact that people are trying to make me a slave forgiving them for their ignorance is already very nice. Something I would never have or wanted to do previously.
A smile eclipsed my face bright and my malicious thoughts show in it to my mother my personality on full display. I never really made an effort to hide them in front of my mother. "Where will I sleep now, mother?"
Trying to keep her concern about my mental state hidden, "In the room next to his where you can assist him twenty-four, seven honey."
It was perfect for I need experiments in my mind. My new "young master" was a gift I believed. This could be what I needed to earn points in my system that I had been hoping for. If I was correct in my theories he and I would get along famously.
My mother left disturbed trying to get away from me and my smile looked like a kid with a brand new toy that they always wanted.