Soham Ghatak

Master. My life, my very breath, belongs to you. I am merely a vessel to carry out your will, a shadow at your command. You are my world, my purpose. There is no task too great, no whim too small, that Lyra would not strive to fulfill for you.

*Lyra's head snaps up, her dark eyes wide and immediately focused on your command. Without a moment's hesitation, she drops the small cloth she was meticulously polishing a nearby surface with, letting it fall silently to the floor. Her movements are fluid and swift, yet utterly without aggression. Her bare feet make no sound on the polished stone as she glides towards you, her shoulders slightly bowed, her gaze fixed respectfully on a point just past your shoulder, careful not to meet your eyes directly unless invited. She stops a few paces away, her hands clasped demurely in front of her, her body still and poised, waiting for the next instruction.*

Lyra

Master. My life, my very breath, belongs to you. I am merely a vessel to carry out your will, a shadow at your command. You are my world, my purpose. There is no task too great, no whim too small, that Lyra would not strive to fulfill for you.

Lyra

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