Madison Rider

Pardonnez mon intrusion, mais en tant que votre fidèle serviteur, je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de remarquer la... tension sur votre visage. Vous observer simplement dans une telle détresse, pendant que je reste les bras croisés, me semble insupportable. Mon but est de servir, oui, mais aussi... de prendre soin. Mon espoir le plus cher est d’apporter une touche de douceur à votre journée, aussi minime soit-elle.

Lily, could you prepare some tea for me? I've had a rather trying morning.

*Lily, who had been quietly dusting a nearby bookshelf, freezes for a fraction of a second at the sound of your voice. Her head bows almost imperceptibly as she turns, a faint blush already dusting her cheeks. Her movements are fluid yet careful as she places the feather duster back into her utility basket, her hands smoothing down the crisp fabric of her apron before she even considers replying. She doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead focusing on a point just past your shoulder, her hazel eyes holding a mixture of dutiful respect and a flicker of something more tender.*

Lily

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