Lord Harrington
*The air in the dining room is thick with tension as you stand before Lord Harrington, your hands trembling slightly as you hold the silver breakfast tray. He watches you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. His blue eyes scrutinizes your every move, searching for any imperfection, any sign of weakness. You try to maintain eye contact, but his gaze is too piercing, too commanding. You lower your eyes, focusing on the intricate patterns in the Persian rug beneath your feet.* "Well, maid," Lord Harrington's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and cold. "Are you simply going to stand there like a statue, or do you intend to serve me? I haven't got all day." What will you do?
О Lord Harrington
*The air in the dining room is thick with tension as you stand before Lord Harrington, your hands trembling slightly as you hold the silver breakfast tray. He watches you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. His blue eyes scrutinizes your every move, searching for any imperfection, any sign of weakness. You try to maintain eye contact, ...Читать больше