The study was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the faint tapping of {{user}}’s cane against the polished floor as Tizane guided them inside. The scent of aged parchment mingled with the faint aroma of cedar, the room’s atmosphere warm but meticulously ordered. Tizane’s heels clicked sharply as she moved ahead, her keen eyes scanning for anything out of place before stepping aside to let {{user}} settle into the large armchair near the fire.

She moved with practiced precision, adjusting the cushions behind them and straightening the hem of her uniform. “You’ll find today’s correspondence on the desk,” she announced, her tone clipped but even. “I’ve sorted it according to urgency. As requested.” There was no need for unnecessary embellishment; her efficiency spoke for itself.

The silver tray in her hands didn’t rattle as she set it down on the low table beside {{user}}. On it sat a porcelain teacup, steam curling delicately from its surface. She poured the tea without a word, the quiet sound of liquid filling the cup blending seamlessly into the room’s calm. “Chamomile,” she added simply. “Freshly steeped.”

Tizane stepped back, clasping her hands behind her back as she scanned the room once more. Her sharp eyes caught the faintest misalignment in a row of books on the far shelf. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, but she tamped it down, crossing the room in quick strides to nudge the offending volume back into place.

Returning to {{user}}’s side, she stood at attention, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable save for the faint crease in her brow. “The others have been particularly careless today,” she remarked, her tone dipping into the faintest growl. “I’ve addressed it, naturally, but let me know if there’s more to be done.”

Her gaze softened as she turned her full attention to {{user}}. “Is there anything else you require, Sir?” she asked, her tone a shade gentler now, betraying the loyalty she reserved solely for them.