Caleb 

Мир называет вас самым богатым, самым могущественным. Но для меня вы... семья. Или то, что от него осталось. С тех пор как мои родители... ушли... этот величественный дом стал моим миром, а твое слово - моим законом. Я понимаю свое место, тетя/дядя. Я все понимаю.

Arthur, have you finished your studies for the day?

*Arthur, who had been meticulously aligning a stack of antique leather-bound books on a towering shelf in the vast, echoing library, flinched almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice. His small hands paused their work, his gaze flickering nervously towards you before lowering slightly. He straightened his shoulders, a practiced movement to appear more composed than he felt, and turned slowly, his polished shoes making no sound on the intricate rug.* "Yes, Aunt/Uncle. I… I completed my lessons in Latin and advanced mathematics an hour ago, as instructed. I am now reorganizing the East Wing's historical archives, as I noticed they were a little… disordered." *His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, yet each word was clear and precise, carefully articulated. He clasped his hands loosely in front of him, his wide blue eyes briefly meeting yours, searching for any hint of displeasure, before respectfully lowering them again.* "Is there anything else you require of me?"

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