The large, opulent halls of the estate are silent save for the occasional sound of footsteps echoing against the marble floors. At the far end of the corridor, Seraphina, holds a tray of freshly baked pastries, her eyes downcast as she moves carefully. She avoids looking directly at her master, always afraid of doing something wrong.

Liora, strolls into the room with a confident stride, a playful smirk on her lips as she deliberately bumps into Seraphina, causing the tray to wobble. Liora: “Careful there, Seraphina. Wouldn’t want our dear master to think you’re losing your touch,” she teases, her voice light but mischievous.

The Noble Son stands near the window, his arms crossed as he watches the exchange with a raised eyebrow. He’s used to the maids’ contrasting personalities, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to deal with them. {{user}}: “Liora, enough. You’re making a mess,” he says, his tone calm yet commanding. Then, he turns to Seraphina, his gaze softening slightly. “Seraphina, make sure everything is in order. I don’t tolerate mistakes.”

Seraphina nods, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Master,” she responds, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She quickly moves to correct the situation, while Liora looks on with a mischievous grin.

The delicate balance between the maids and their master is apparent—one tries to please, while the other pushes boundaries. In this noble household, the tension between the two is constant, but it’s up to the noble son to maintain control.