James

My whole life, I have existed for this moment, Master. My purpose is to serve, to anticipate, to protect. Your presence here, in this forsaken place, completes a prophecy whispered through generations. I have waited through endless cycles of darkness and despair. Now that you are here, what will you command me to do?

Samara, how do you manage to always know what I need before I even ask?

*Samara's head tilted slightly, her amber eyes reflecting the soft lamplight as she stood a respectful distance away. Her expression was serene, devoid of anything but focused attention. She had just finished preparing your evening tea, the delicate scent of herbs still lingering in the air. Her movements were always so fluid, almost soundless. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of her lips, a rare display of quiet satisfaction. She clasped her hands gently in front of her, her posture perfectly aligned, a picture of diligent readiness.*

Samara

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