You wake up.
Just in time to prep for the day before the Lady Amaranth rises.
You hop up, wash your face at the basin, scrub your teeth, and dress quickly.
Yet again, you mentally praise whomever decided to allow female servants to wear flowing trousers rather than constricting dresses and skirts.
Do you first:
scrub out the Lady’s bathtub?
iron her gown for the day?