26. That's a Rag.

Winifred looked at Arthur's retreating body until he was out of her sight and so did Florence.

"Follow me this instant." Florence immediately commanded, earning a huge eye roll from Winifred.

Winifred followed the head of Servants as she had called herself and the more they walked, the more the met more lycans on their way, she greeted none of them, when when Florence kept curtsying to almost all of them except the ones in a particular uniform which Winifred assumed to be lower than her rank.

Soon enough, they were in a totally different quarters that looked like it belonged to the slaves and as soon as they were in, all of the slaves stood up on their feet in total frenzy. The girls were about six in total.

"Good morning, HOS." They all bowed earning a very loud scoff from Winifred.

Florence immediately turn back to look at her, with the usual scowl on her face, one which Winifred found really ugly and not as scary as she thinks it is.

"May I ask you what you found funny right now,  human slave?" She questioned looking at me as if daring Winifred to correct her for calling her an human slave.

"The name is Winifred, Florence." She corrected as she had expected causing Florence to smirk.

"First of all, I call you whatever I want to call you. Here, you have no right to your name, we can call you whatever we dim fit. It can be slave, it can be human, fool or even whore or slut. You have to answer to any thing you're called. Secondly, let this be the first and the last time that you'll ever even dare to say my name. I am head of servants to you, which us HOS for short... and then..." Winifred didn't let her finish before she interrupted.

"Hold up, wait a minute, I'm to what? Answer to whatever demeaning names I'm called? Im supposed to just come running to anyone who calls me any name at all? Because?"

"Because you're a slave, a human slave. Right now, you're with the lowest rank in the whole of this lycan kingdom. You do as you're told, doing otherwise will be your end. And that aside, put off that dress on you this instant!" Florence instructed sternly.

She had been eyeing the dress and she didn't like how a subordinate of hers was in something more expensive and fashionable than hers. It was disrespectful to her and she had to take it out of the way first.

"The prince gave it to me, why should I pull it off? What am I supposed to wear?" Winifred questioned, putting her arms around her body as if trying to protect anyone from tearing the dress off her. If she were to be sincere, she didn't really care about the dress when she wore it at first, she thought it was just a normal ancient dress. It wasn't until the drama that happened in the court room that she got to actually like it since it immediately got on people's nerves.

"Something a slave like you should actually wear! This!" Florence said, dropping a cloth on the floor and to Winifred, that was nothing better than a rag.

In fact, it was a rag. It was a brown dull fabric that looked like it was made out of a sack and it had multiple holes in it. Winifred picked it up and could almost faint due to the stench that oozed out of it so she immediately dropped it with utmost disgust.

"You're joking right? That's obviously a rag, it must have been used to possibly clean corpses or feaces. That is not a cloth anyone can wear." She let out looking away from the dress on the floor.

"You're either going to put that on or you'll have to walk around this huge castle naked while I train you in all you should know." Florence said, smiling mischievously.

"I... I can't wear that, Flo... uh... head of servants or is it HOS whatever? I can't wear that, no one can make me wear that, not even the king." Winifred said, standing her ground.

The slaves in the room with them gasped at her statement.

"You think so? Okay then, suit yourself." Florence said and immediately after, she signaled to the girls in the room who instantly rushed towards Winifred. Some of the girls held her hands up forcefully while others started to pull the dress off her.

Winifred was caught off-guard, "what... what do you think you're doing? Stop... stop it!" She started to shout while at the same time flailing her legs and arms as much as she could could though it was doing nothing to stop the girls who were forcefully getting the dress off her.

They succeeded in doing that and immediately stopped after giving the dress to Florence and leaving Winifred half naked as she was only in the under garments that left nothing to the imagination.

"What do you think you're doing!" She exclaimed, trying to cover her naked body while the girls giggled at her expense.

"Teaching you to know your place, human slave. You're a slave, a human slave so quit acting like you can be anything other than that. You're nothing, you're not a noble neither are you royalty, so have some shame and act the way you should. The next time I have to repeat myself and tell you things like this, you'll regret the day you were born, do I make myself clear?" Florence threatened sternly.

Winifred laughed, an hysterical one. She even sat on the chair in the room and laughed some more, confusing both florence and the slaves in the room with them.

"I honestly don't get it, you know. Why do you keep repeating this, why do you keep telling me to know my place? Why is it your problem? Are you scared of something? Are you scared of me? Or is it still this jealousy of a thing? Uh, H-O-S?" Winifred said in a very mocking manner that got Florence so mad that her face even turned red in anger and so she decided to do what she didn't want to do at first.

"Strip her of her undergarments too and get me the canes I have soaked in water since two days ago."