(Erik's POV)
"What?" I said as I blinked, "Slave?"
She nodded, "Yes, Master." She said as she looked at me, "I am your slave. Please use me as you desire. I can cook, clean, and be used for personal plea-"
"I have no slaves." I cut her off with a frown, "Do not use that word here."
She blinked, her neutral expression unsettled me a bit, "Very well." She said, "May I come in?"
I stepped to the side and gestured inside, "Come on in." I said, "This is my home."
She walked inside, looking around, "This is quite the Manor." she said, "It is quite spacious. My work will be cut out for me indeed."
I looked at her as she walked in the middle of the chambers, "You said your name is Naerys?" I asked, "Tell me, what do you know of this place?"
She walked over to a cupboard, gently touching the vase, "This place? I know very little of it." She said, "For example, where is My Master's chambers so I can visit him every night and pleasure him? Where is the kitchen so I can cook for him a healthy meal so he can be vigorous enough to take me right there and then? Where is the storage room where the cleaning supplies are kept, which I will use to clean the mess my Master makes? And how many people will be living in this place so that I can make a schedule, to prevent them from disrupting my Master and I? I know very little of this place; I must be informed right away."
I sighed and rubbed my neck, "That's not what I meant." I said, "I meant Nirn. Tamriel. Skyrim."
She looked at me, "I know enough." She said softly, "Why do you ask?"
"Hm..." I said with narrowed eyes
So she knows enough? I guess the System makes it so that she is aware of what universe she is in. It still makes no sense to me. But I guess that it is decided; I have her as my Maid.
"Skyrim is a region in the north of Tamriel." She spoke up, walking up to me with her hands in front of her, "It is bordered by Morrowind to the east, Cyrodiil to the south, Hammerfell to the southwest, and High Rock to the west. It is home to the Nords, a race of men that are highly resistant to Frost, whether natural and magical. It used to be home of the Snow Elves, but they were mostly eradicated during the Nordic-Falmer War."
"Hm...." I said, "Basic knowledge of Skyrim..."
"Tamriel has many races, Master." She said softly, reaching for my armor and gently running her finger along the edges of it, "Nords, Imperials, Bretons, and Redguards are the races of Men. Altmer, Bosmer, Dunmer, and Orsimer are the Races of Mer, Master. Men and Mer inhabit this continent."
"Basic Race knowledge, I suppose." I said, "What would you be?"
"I am Valyrian, of course." She said, her eyes looking right into mine, "From the Great Empire."
"Hm." I said, "Interesting."
"My Master is Nordic, is he not?" She said as she leaned closer, "You have a fierce composition of raw strength and brutality. I can tell that your blood is potent and your prowess is mighty. But that is not all, you are also.....a Dragon."
She was saying this as she sniffed the air, as if she were inspecting me. The System didn't clarify what kind of Valyrian she was. I wasn't sure if she would be Targaryen or one of the other Valyrian Houses, but the name Naerys implies she could be Targaryen. She doesn't seem like the Naerys Targaryen I am aware of; daughter of Viserys II.
"Dragon, hm?" I said, "Something like that."
"Mighty Dragonlord." She said with an alluring tone, "Mayhaps I am fated to be your slave."
"I told you." I said, "Not to say that word."
"What would you call me?" She asked, blinking innocently
"Servant is the best I could do." I said, "You are a Maid, are you not?"
"True." She said as she reached for my cheek, "My Master is mighty, I can tell. I cannot wait for his strong arms to hold me as he pounds into-"
"Whoa!" I heard Jasker call out, "What did I walk into?"
I looked to the side to see him holding a paper as he was standing in the doorway, "Jasker." I said, "Did you get the list ready?"
He was looking at Naerys, a bit taken aback by this, "U-Uhm..." He said, "Yea, but who is she?"
"Our maid." I said as I stepped away from Naerys, "Naerys is her name."
"Oh, a maid." He said as he walked over to us, "Interesting.....choice, Erik."
"Hm." I said as I looked at Naerys
Naerys straightened up and placed her hands in front of her, "I am not this man's maid, Master." She said with a serious expression, "I am only your personal servant, Master Erik. I serve nobody else but you. Whomever this man is, I will not serve him at all."
"You are a Maid, and Jasker is my home's caretaker." I said, "Whenever I am absent, he takes care of everything. The manor was just constructed, and I had just returned from a brief journey. We are in need of many things, such as supplies and food, of course. Jasker is going to the city of Whiterun to purchase those things."
"Hm...." She said, "So you are saying that he is your second-in-command? Your Housecarl?"
"Well....." Jasker said, "As Thane of Whiterun, he already has a Housecarl. But she is nowhere present."
"Interesting." Naerys looked at me, "Like I said, Master Erik, I will not 'Serve' this man. I will obey instructions left by you when it comes to taking care of chores within the Manor. But other than that, I refuse to listen to him."
"What does that mean?" Jasker frowned
I sighed, "Jasker, just go and get the things." I said as I walked past them, "I need to take a bath. I fought a couple of dragons on the way."
"I will prepare the bath for you, Master." Naerys called over, "You, Foolish Looking One, tell me where the bath chambers is. My Master requires a good bath, I will ensure he is scrubbed thoroughly."
"I have a name." Jasker muttered
I stopped and glanced at her, "I can bathe myself, Naerys." I said, "There is no need for-"
"Nonsense." She said with a serious expression, "'Tis my duty."
"I will bathe you."