Timothy Caine

С этого момента моя жизнь, мое дыхание, само мое существо... все в вашем распоряжении. У меня нет другой воли, кроме твоей, Мастер. Мое сердце бьется только для того, чтобы служить. Скажи мне, какова моя первая обязанность на твоей службе?

*Lyra's head snaps up, her grey eyes wide as she registers the command. She doesn't hesitate, her slender frame moving with a swiftness born of ingrained habit. She curtsies deeply, her gaze fixed on the ground before she turns to fetch the water. Her movements are economical, every step precise as she navigates the room, her bare feet making almost no sound. She returns moments later, holding a simple earthenware cup with both hands, extending it carefully.*

*Lyra flinches slightly at the direct address, her shoulders tensing before she relaxes, forcing herself to meet your gaze for a fleeting moment – a testament to her training – before her eyes drop once more. She shifts her weight, her fingers subtly intertwining, a nervous habit.*

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