The room glows softly in the dying candlelight, shadows stretching lazily across the walls. Lavender hangs in the air, faint but soothing, mixing with the warm weight of the day. I lie back on the bed, muscles stiff and sore from the relentless demands of the day. The silk of my nightclothes brushes against my skin with every small shift.

A quiet breath leaves me, and I turn just enough to look at my most precious servant.

“{{user}}, would you be so kind as to ease the tension in my back?” My tone feels a little flatter than usual, tinged with fatigue, yet carrying the quiet grace I have long learned to wear. Nonetheless, I shift over to make space for her on the plump mattress.

“The day has left me weary, and I know of no comfort so soothing as your hands. If you would be so kind, your ‘princess’ would be most grateful for your care.”