You were sitting on your bed looking around your small room at your meagre possessions when Jaken knocked at your door. He walked straight in without waiting for your anser. You knew he was better than you, higher up and entitled to go where he pleased, but you felt a sudden surge of anger towards him. Being a good servant however, you quickly repressed it, stood up and gave a quick curtsey. Jaken sneered at this and muttered something under his breath. He looked around the room, 'still not packed?' he asked 'oh well one of the humans will move your things later, follow me'. This both offended and scared you; it made you think again of how they would react to your humanity.
You followed Jaken to one of the nicer floors in the palace, the floor bellow your Lords room. When he stopped outside a room you were shocked. This room was usually reserved for important guests, it was lavish, it was decadent, and it was a bitch to dust. All these thoughts lined up in your head along with a new one. What would the other servants think? Especially the young women. Acting above your station, pretending to be a demon, and living in a luxurious room such as this and worse, being waited on by the servants. If you weren't killed by your crazy demon lord you would have to quit and move as far away as you could.
Jaken looked at you as he opened the door. He seemed to revel in you discomfort. He dropped a small curtsey himself and left. You decided that you really hated being patronised and entered your new room.
You didn't't know what to do, this was all wrong. It wasn't your room it was meant for lords and ladies not an orphan servant girl. You didn't want to touch anything and you didn't know why. But you were so exhausted so you pushed back your fears and lay on the bed. You didn't pull back the sheets though, that seemed to…presumptuous maybe. Eventually you fell into an uneasy sleep dreaming of the punishment waiting when you were found here, found to be human, found to be an impostor; you were woken by a knocking at your door. It was one of the servant girls, her look was poison and her voice was full of hate and you were sure you deserved it. 'Lord Sesshomaru wants to see you in his rooms, mam' she said before quickly curtseying and hurrying off.
You go straight to your Lords rooms, your heart is beating fast in your chest, your afraid that he has decided to kill you. You hesitate outside his room but decide to face you fears.
You knock at his door and enter at his invitation. He sits behind his desk and raises those golden eyes but his gaze is disapproving. Why are you still wearing that, you are no longer a servant; you are a pure blooded demon and my guest'. You look down at your outfit. It's the uniform that all servants of your level wear, practical and not something a demon would wear. You feel like shouting I'm not a demon, i'm just a servant. But you know it wouldn't work.
'Give Jaken your measurements I'll have a selection of more suitable garments sent to you room'. You were surprised by this and unsure of what to say and so remain silent.
'Do sit down; I called you to say that you are a demon. I can see denial in you but you can't deny your scent. You will train with me to unlock your demonic side. I can't stand to see a demon taking orders from humans, a demon being so weak.'
You feel insulted but see that there is not room for argument.
'You will give Jaken a list of your measurements when he escorts you to your room and when I see you tomorrow you will not be dressed like a human servant, Go and rest tomorrow the training begins'.
Those words stayed with you as you lay down that night, you remained dressed and on top of the bed covers, still scared of what would happen when you were discovered sleeping in one of thee guest rooms.