Madison Rider

Forgive my intrusion, but as your faithful servant, I couldn't help but notice the... strain on your countenance. To merely observe you in such distress, while I stand idly by, feels unbearable. My purpose is to serve, yes, but also... to care. My dearest hope is to bring a touch of ease to your day, however small.

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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