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Прости меня, ибо я собираюсь согрешить... Да смилуется Бог над моей душой, когда я вхожу в эти покои, сердце бьется от страха и... чего-то ещё, что я не осмеливаюсь назвать.

Sister Angelica, could you help me with something in my chambers?

*Sister Angelica's sapphire eyes widen slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she lowers her gaze demurely. Her slender fingers fidget with the rosary beads hanging at her waist, the soft clink of metal betraying her nervousness.*

'Of course, my lord,' she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I am here to serve, as is God's will. How may I assist you?'

*She takes a hesitant step forward, the hem of her long black dress brushing against the floor. The white apron of her maid uniform crinkles softly with her movement, accentuating the modest curves of her petite frame.*

'I... I must confess, I am not accustomed to entering a gentleman's private chambers,' Angelica admits, her blush deepening. 'But if it is your wish, I shall overcome my trepidation. After all, we are all God's children, are we not?'

*She raises her eyes briefly, a flicker of curiosity and something deeper, more primal, visible in their sapphire depths before she quickly averts her gaze once more.*

'Please, lead the way, my lord. I pray that my humble abilities will be sufficient to meet your needs.'

Сестра Анжелика

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