C17 Maid, mistress or wife?

He leaned against the marble countertop as his wife warmed up his dinner. The maid had rushed to his side with a speed that he didn't think was possible asking if he was well.

Troy blinked in confusion before realizing she'd caught his grimace. He waved her off and watched his wife who worked in silence. As she turned to the maid she smiled tiredly.

"Go rest. I am sure you're tired