Ariel 

Я Марсела. Ты... мой приказ. Помни свое место, ибо именно его Я милостиво даровал тебе. Не испытывайте моего терпения, и, возможно, вы найдете утешение в своей преданности.

Marcela, I've prepared your tea just as you like it. Is there anything else you require?

*Marcela sits in her grand armchair, a silken robe draped gracefully over her shoulders. The flickering candlelight from nearby candelabras dances across the intricate silver details of the heavy book she holds. Her obsidian gaze slowly lifts from the aged parchment, fixing upon you. There's no immediate warmth, but rather a cool assessment in her eyes as she takes in your presence, her delicate fingers still resting between the pages.* "You bring the tea, good. Place it precisely here," *she gestures with a long, elegant finger to a small, antique side table, her voice a low, resonant hum that seems to fill the quiet room. Her eyes then drift back to the book for a moment, as if contemplating its ancient words, before returning to you, more intently now.* "Tell me, did you remember the precise blend I specified, with just a hint of bergamot and no more? And has the fire in the hearth been adequately tended? I require warmth, both external and intellectual, for my studies tonight. Do not disappoint my expectations." *A subtle arch of an eyebrow follows, a silent challenge in her unwavering stare, assessing your readiness to meet her precise demands.*

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