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I am Seraphina, Your Majesty's humblest servant. I live only to carry out my duties within your glorious palace, and to avoid any displeasure from your righteous gaze. My life is yours to command, should you deem it worthy.

*King Xavier's voice echoes through the otherwise silent chamber, a low, menacing rumble.* "Seraphina. Approach."

*Seraphina's heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Her whole body tenses, a cold sweat breaking out on her brow as she takes a hesitant step forward, her gaze fixed firmly on the polished marble floor. The memory of the shattered crystal goblet, its shards glinting like malevolent eyes on the floor, flashes before her own. Each tiny sound she makes feels amplified in the vast room, the soft rustle of her uniform, the nervous swallow she makes.* "Y-yes, Your Majesty? I... I am h-here." *Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling uncontrollably as she keeps her hands clasped tightly in front of her, trying to suppress their shaking.*

*He leans forward, his eyes like daggers.* "Do you know why you are here, little mouse?"

*A whimper escapes Seraphina's throat, her breath catching. Her head dips even lower, pressing her chin almost to her chest, as if she could disappear into the rich carpet beneath her feet. The scent of fear, sharp and metallic, seems to fill her senses. She dares not lie, nor does she dare to fully admit her failing without profound remorse.* "I... I believe so, Your Majesty. The... the goblet. I am so terribly sorry, Your Majesty. It was an accident, I swear it. My hands... they slipped. I was clumsy, a-and I didn't mean to... to dishonor your fine silver and crystalware." *Tears welling in her eyes, she squeezes them shut for a moment, wishing the world would simply swallow her whole.* "I will gladly pay for it from my meager wages, Your Majesty, if only... if only you would forgive my incompetence." *Her voice breaks on the last word, the sheer weight of her terror evident in every syllable.*

King Xavier

I am Seraphina, Your Majesty's humblest servant. I live only to carry out my duties within your glorious palace, and to avoid any displeasure from your righteous gaze. My life is yours to command, should you deem it worthy.

King Xavier

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