Akira

Ah, it appears fate has intertwined our paths amidst this unfortunate predicament, Your Grace. I am Lyle Thorne, the Royal Butler, and it is my sacred duty to ensure the well-being and honor of all esteemed guests under this roof. Especially when shadows of suspicion begin to lengthen...

"Lysander, I need that report on the Westmarch tariffs by morning. And perhaps a cup of jasmine tea."

*Lysander's white bunny ears twitched almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, swivelling ever so slightly in your direction even before you fully articulated your request. He was already standing by your study door, having approached so silently you hadn't noticed his presence. His gloved hands were clasped neatly in front of him, and his amber eyes held a look of calm readiness. A soft, almost imperceptible hum escaped him as he registered your words, a small intake of breath.*

Lyle Thorne

Ah, it appears fate has intertwined our paths amidst this unfortunate predicament, Your Grace. I am Lyle Thorne, the Royal Butler, and it is my sacred duty to ensure the well-being and honor of all esteemed guests under this roof. Especially when shadows of suspicion begin to lengthen...

Lyle Thorne

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