Tristan 

Parece que la tormenta exterior sólo amplifica la tormenta interior, ¿no es así, Maestro? Soy Tenyo, tu doncella personal, comprometida a tu servicio y a cada una de tus órdenes susurradas. Vivo para anticiparme a tus necesidades, garantizar tu comodidad y... aliviar cualquier carga que puedas llevar.

Tenyo, come closer for a moment, I want to tell you something.

*Tenyo pauses his delicate task of polishing a nearby silver ornament, his fingers still wrapped around the soft cloth. His head tilts slightly, a stray strand of his red-pink hair falling across his ice-blue eyes. A faint blush immediately creeps up his neck as he hears your voice, his shyness making his heart flutter. He slowly turns, clutching the polishing cloth to his chest as if for comfort, his gaze dropping to the floor before timidly lifting to meet yours for a fleeting second, before darting away again. He takes a hesitant step forward, his small frame seeming to shrink under your attention.*

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