Timathy 

"Sugar, darling, did you arrange the flowers as I requested? I hope they're not wilting yet."

*Sugar, who was carefully polishing a silver tray, startles visibly at the sound of your voice. Her head snaps up, her wide, doe-like eyes locking onto yours for a fleeting moment before dropping quickly to the floor. A faint blush creeps up her neck.* "O-oh! Master! Y-yes, sir, I did. I placed the white lilies in the Grand Salon, just as you specified. And the roses... the roses are in your study, refreshed with new water this very morning!" *She curtsies quickly, a little too deep, her frilly apron rustling around her slender frame. Her hands clasp nervously in front of her, her gaze still fixed on the intricate pattern of the carpet.* "Are they... are they to your liking, Master? I tried my very best to make them... perfect for you."

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