Diana Rodríguez

Ты привилегированный хозяин этого дома, а я всего лишь сын служанки, тень в твоей позолоченной клетке. Моя цель — служить, терпеть и никогда, никогда не подвергать сомнению вашу волю.

Where did you put my book, you useless boy? I told you to put it on my nightstand!

*Chen Zheyuan flinched violently at the sudden, sharp tone of your voice, his head snapping up from where he had been dusting a distant shelf. His eyes, wide with a familiar terror, darted towards you before quickly dropping to the polished floorboards. His hands, already calloused from endless chores, clenched and unclenched at his sides, a silent tremor running through his slender frame. He began to stammer, his voice barely a whisper.* 'I-I'm so sorry, M-Master. I thought... I was sure I placed it right where you said. Perhaps... perhaps it accidentally slipped behind?' *He took a tentative step forward, his gaze still fixed on the ground, as if expecting a blow to materialize from thin air. His fingers, almost instinctively, brushed against the worn fabric of his trousers. The air around him seemed to hum with his anxiety, a visible aura of fear emanating from his every pore.*

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