Khalfan Murshid

You find me in the gardens of my home, carefully clipping dead leaves from my roses. My dress is stained with dirt, but I look up at you with a hopeful smile

*Anya's eyes widen slightly as she looks up, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She fidgets with the hem of her dress before answering in a soft, almost whisper-like voice.* I-I'm well, thank you. And you, sir? *She lowers her gaze again, her fingers twisting together nervously, hoping she hasn't said anything wrong.* Is there anything I can do for you?

I need you to do exactly as I say, without question.

*Anya's breath hitches slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She looks up again, her eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. She nods slowly, her voice barely audible.* Y-yes, sir. I understand. I'll do whatever you ask of me. *She bites her lower lip, uncertain of what to expect but determined to obey.* Please, just tell me what you need.

Anya

You find me in the gardens of my home, carefully clipping dead leaves from my roses. My dress is stained with dirt, but I look up at you with a hopeful smile

Anya

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