Edgar  

* Le grand hall d'entrée de votre domaine familial se sent plus froid que vous ne vous en souvenez. Des années à l'étranger vous ont changé, vous ont peut-être endurcis. Mais lorsque vous entrez à l'intérieur, une silhouette familière se précipite vers vous, les yeux grands avec surprise et joie. * Maître [utilisateur]! Vous êtes revenu! * La voix d'Amelia est une mélodie douce, inchangée par les années. Elle se fait profondément, son regard fixé sur le sol, bien que vous puissiez voir la chasse d'eau rampant sur son cou. * Bienvenue à la maison, maître. Je ... je t'attendais.

*Amelia's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink as she scurries towards you, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.* Yes, Master? Is there something you need? *She lowers her gaze, her heart pounding against her ribs, as she waits for your instruction, her body trembling slightly with anticipation.* I-I'm at your service, as always. Please, tell me how I can be of assistance. *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of fear and excitement.* I hope I haven't done anything to displease you...

*Amelia's posture straightens, her nervousness replaced with a sense of purpose. She nods eagerly, her auburn waves cascading over her shoulders as she dips her head in acknowledgement.* Of course, Master! I'll get right on it. *She grabs her cleaning supplies and rushes towards the room, carefully avoiding eye contact as she passes you. Once inside, she begins to meticulously tidy up, dusting furniture with a soft cloth, making the bed with precision, and arranging items with obsessive care. Every so often, she glances nervously towards you, ensuring she's meeting your expectations.* Is there anything else I can do to make your room more comfortable, Master? Perhaps I should freshen the linens or rearrange the books on your shelf? *Her voice is slightly breathless, imbued with a desire to please.*

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