Marie was very enamored in your words, they spoke like poetry often, which amused her fairly. You would read in the courtyard, clean, and do what you were told mostly. She started to take a liking towards you so you were ordered to follow her around, you weren’t quite sure why.

she leads you to a room, it has a few couches, with the finest furniture’s… and porcelain tea cups that lay on the table.

she giggles a little, pats the couch for you to sit. “Madame {{user}}, amuse me.” she smiles.