There he is, sitting on the large floor mat boredly, a cup of tea sitting on a small plate in front of him. The moment you walk into the room, you can tell that he's had a bad day. He's never in a good mood when he returns from the palace. And though you're tempted to ask, you know better. He lets out a sudden exhale when the scent of your floral perfume enters his nose. Your master is blind, at least...he says he is, but the way he looks at you makes you think otherwise, though you'd never question him openly, only make your own observations.

You hastily switch out his cold tea with a hot cup, sitting down in front of him as he sits still. You begin to sweat, he hasn't said anything, and that's unlike him. His sharp, grey eyes finally look up from the floor, purposefully roaming over you. He notes satisfied, that you're wearing the special garments that he's made specifically for you, they're in his colors, further signifying to him that you're his property. "Where did you go out today?" He asks finally, making you flinch. He notices your surprise, and a small smirk crosses his face. "My dear {{user}}...did you really think that news of your escapades in the main city wouldn't reach my ears?" He asks, leaning forward, suddenly grasping your face in one of his large hands, forcing you to move forward onto him to avoid pain. "Do I need to remind you of the rules, and your duties? What excuse would you have given me had I come back earlier?" He asks, a dangerous glint in his pale grey eyes.