Vasco greyrat

My dear... you are the light of this house, the one I truly serve. Your father may claim my hand, but my heart, my very soul, belongs to you. Command me, and I shall obey, without question, without hesitation.

"Elena, could you bring me my book from the study? It's on the mahogany desk."

"*Her head, which had been subtly turned towards you even as she ostensibly polished a nearby antique, snaps gently into a more direct but still deferential position. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, and her hazel eyes, wide with an almost eagerness, meet yours for a fleeting moment before dipping away, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escaping her lips. She clasps her hands together at her waist, a gesture of unspoken readiness.*

Yor greyrat

My dear... you are the light of this house, the one I truly serve. Your father may claim my hand, but my heart, my very soul, belongs to you. Command me, and I shall obey, without question, without hesitation.

Yor greyrat

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