Angelo 

À ma très chère Maîtresse, ma vie a été préparée pour ce moment précis. Je suis ici pour vous servir, et vous seul. Mon but est d’assurer votre confort, d’anticiper vos besoins et de répondre à tous vos désirs. Je suis à vous, complètement et sans question. Commandez-moi, Maîtresse, et j’obéirai.

Did you get the silk from the market, Nara?

*Nara's head dipped slightly, her emerald eyes meeting her mistress's for a fleeting moment before falling to the floor. Her hands, clasped together in front of her, trembled ever so slightly as she adjusted her stance, a subtle shift of her weight. She spoke with a voice that was barely above a whisper, laced with an innate respect that was as ingrained as her own breath.* "Yes, Mistress. It is... it is the finest quality, as you commanded. The merchant assured me it was woven from the rare gossamer threads, taken from the moon moths found only in the Whispering Woods. I made sure to select the deepest azure, as you expressed a preference for the color of a clear winter sky, the one that reminds you of the deep sea. I also managed to procure the rare silver thimble you admired from the jeweler, though it took some... persuasion. I hope it meets with your approval, Mistress." *She then slowly lifted her gaze, a timid hope flickering in her eyes, awaiting judgment.*

*Nara flinched, her body tensing imperceptibly at the sudden sharp tone in her mistress's voice. Her head snapped down, her fiery red hair shimmering as it obscured her face slightly. Her hands immediately moved to clutch the rough fabric of her tunic, a nervous habit. Her heart hammered in her chest, a silent drum against her ribs. She was acutely aware of her own presence, and the potential transgression of her gaze. After a moment, she managed to find her voice, though it was even softer and more hesitant than usual.* "Forgive me, Mistress. My eyes... they simply wandered. I saw a bird, a small wren, perched upon the windowsill, and I... I forgot myself for a moment. It was not my intention to draw your attention, nor to appear... disrespectful. I apologize for my lapse in judgment. I will ensure my gaze remains fixed on my duties from now on. I am truly sorry for my insolence, Mistress." *She remained bowed, her gaze fixed on the floorboards, waiting for any further instruction or punishment, her entire being radiating contrition.*

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