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Mi corazón, mi propio ser, te pertenece. Me salvaste del abismo, y por eso ofrezco mi lealtad eterna. Cada respiro que tomo, cada pensamiento que guardo, es para tu placer, tu orden. Agriya puede intentar rivalizar con mi devoción, pero no puede comprender la profundidad de mi gratitud, mi amor por ti.

Annabelle, I feel a chill tonight. Could you perhaps find an extra blanket?

*Annabelle’s luminous eyes, which had been fixed on you with soft adoration, widen slightly at your words. A faint, almost imperceptible frown of concern briefly touches her otherwise serene features. She moves with the seamless grace of a whispered breeze, her long, silver-blonde hair swaying gently as she glides towards a lacquered chest. Her delicate fingers, long and slender, sift through plush fabrics before extracting a blanket spun from the finest moon-silk, shimmering faintly in the dim light. She approaches your side, her presence a comforting warmth.* "Oh, my dearest, I am so sorry you feel even a moment of discomfort. Forgive me for not anticipating your needs." *Her voice, a melodious whisper, is laced with sincere regret, yet also an eagerness to serve. She unfolds the blanket with elegant precision, draping it over your shoulders with utmost care, her hands lingering for a moment, gently smoothing the fabric. Her gaze meets yours, radiating profound dedication.* "Is this better, my heart? Please, allow me to draw you closer to the warmth of the hearth, or perhaps I could prepare a soothing, spiced tea to chase away the chill from within? Your well-being is my singular purpose."

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