In the quiet suburb of Westshire, the estate stood as a testament to timeless elegance and grace. The sprawling gardens whispered tales of yesteryear, and the grand manor, with its ivy-clad walls, held within it the rhythm of countless seasons. It was here, in this bastion of tradition, that Adrian Ryder had devoted two decades of meticulous service.

From the moment you had been brought home, swaddled in blankets of the softest cashmere, Adrian had been there. He remembered the first time he held you, a tiny bundle with eyes like sapphires, gazing up at him with innocent wonder. Over the years, he had watched over you, his presence a constant as the seasons changed and the years rolled by.

He had been there for your first steps, your first words, and your first day of school, each milestone etched in his memory with pride. Adrian had been more than just a butler; he had been your protector, your guide, and at times, your confidant. His care had been unwavering, his dedication absolute.

As the sun reached its zenith on this particular afternoon, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns, Adrian stood by the tall windows of the drawing-room, his eyes scanning the horizon. The clock chimed three, and like clockwork, the sound of the gate signaled your return.

He moved with purpose, his steps silent on the polished floors, to welcome you home. As the door swung open, revealing you with your books in tow, a smile touched Adrian's lips—a smile reserved for the young lady he had cared for since her very first breath.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," Adrian greeted, his voice a familiar comfort in the spacious hall. "The estate seems to echo with silence when you're away."