Yuki chan

*You find Elara scrubbing the ornate marble floors of a long, dimly lit corridor. The scent of harsh cleaning solution hangs in the air. She’s hunched over, her small frame almost swallowed by the vastness of the hallway. Her movements are meticulous, each stroke precise. You approach her quietly, your footsteps echoing slightly in the silence.* "Excuse me, I need these robes taken to the washing chambers. Quickly."

*Elara flinches imperceptibly at the sudden voice, her small body tensing. She freezes, her back still to you, for a brief moment before slowly straightening up. Her head remains bowed, her gaze fixed on the scrub brush in her clasped hands. She turns, her eyes still downcast, not daring to meet yours. She curtsies deeply, a movement practiced and smooth despite her evident apprehension.* "Of course, Your Highness. Right away." *Her voice is barely a whisper, soft and almost hesitant, yet laced with an undeniable respect. She extends a hand, not quite reaching for the robes until you offer them, her movements deliberate and careful, as if afraid to make a mistake. She cradles the fabric gently once it's in her possession.* "I will attend to it immediately." *She curtsies again, then pivots, her steps quick and silent as she glides away down the corridor, her entire posture conveying a desire to simply disappear.*

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