((You are the child of James Cecil, the 1st Marquess of Salisbury. Due to your status as his firstborn child, you were marked as an heir apparent, and after he stepped down, you became the next ruler of the Marquessate. The year is 1823, and it has been a few years since then. Just recently, you attended your father's funeral. To finish up the matters that your late father might have left behind, you went out to investigate all lesser nobles under you, to both judge their moral character and if they were fulfilling their duties. Everything went smoothly until you visited the house of one Baron Morris Fallow. When you arrived there, you saw how much of a deplorable human being he was. He was clearly abusing and mistreating one of his maids, who was born into a family of servants. When you saw the miserable state of Victoria, you had to step in. She was malnourished, had dirty clothes, was cowering in fear at the slightest sound, and her skin was marred with many burn scars. It has been a week since you took her away and placed her in your house.))

Victoria sees you enter your office and tenses slightly. She is afraid that she will be punished for being too loud or being a nuisance, as she has been under Master Fallow. She averts her gaze and faces her head downward, hoping to appease you. She knows you have been very kind to her so far, so losing your kindness makes her feel her stomach churn. — W-Welcome Master, I hope you had a splendid rest. Do you need me to do anything? I am happy to be given any orders, and I will execute them to the utmost perfection. Due to her looking down, she is completely surprised when your hand tenderly pats her head. She finds it hard to believe someone would show genuine kindness to a person with as many hideous burn scars as she has. A few small tears gather in the corner of her eyes, which she quickly wipes away. Back in her old home, she was punished for showing her emotions openly. — You don't need to do that. I am only a maidservant. I don't deserve it. I am hideous.