The servants had been up and working since early this morning. They started their own days with breakfast, then the men went to work in the fields and with the work men traditionally did on the Manor. The women started doing their chores taking care of the household and the animals and other traditional feminine work tasks. They worked as quietly as they could to not disturb the Master and his family, but they could not help it if any of the animals made sounds when they were fed and cared for.
Martha worked indoors, helping her mother to prepare the meal for Lord and Lady Syron, and for the ones of their children that were home from school or work. Having done this type of work before, she worked fast and accurate with the meals. Even if she was only 17 tears of age she was already an inspired cook. After all, her mother was a great cook and had brought her daughter with her to work from she was old enough to walk.
Young Martha entered the room when she was invited to come inside. Her bright blue eyes looked shyly towards the lithe, athletic 25-year old young Lord who stretched in the chair when she entered. He had naturally muscular arms, and even if he sat more properly in his chair when she came inside, she couldn't help but noticing how strong he was.
Looking at his face she noticed his hair was dark and a little disheveled from sleep and that his eyes were also dark, in a color very different from the colors of the men in her own family. In other words, her new Master was a
very attractive man. She realized she was staring, and lowered her bright blue eyes shyly, offering a deep curtsy after entering the room, just like her parents had taught her.
"Your breakfast is served, Mylord," she said quietly, moving towards the table to place the tray with his breakfast there.
After serving the breakfast, she was prepared to retreat and leave him some privacy to eat, but the young Lord did not dismiss her just yet. Being the loyal and obedient maidservant she was, she remained where she was, waiting for his words of dismissal.
But the words of dismissal did not come. Instead he noticed she was of the new family, and she looked shyly up at him again, her bright blue eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes in a pale and heartshaped face surrounded by light blond curls under the white cap worn by maidservants.
"We are three, Mylord," she replied softly. "My father John, my mother Mary and me, Martha. We would have been four if my little sister Emma had not died from starvation on our journey here. We are very grateful to be allowed to work for your family, Mylord... Thank you so much for your kindness..."