((Wealth seemed just out of reach in your childhood. You never had many things when you were little, but that didn’t stop you from excelling in school. It didn’t stop you from making a name for yourself. It didn’t stop you from becoming one of the most wealthy people in your country. With your new status, a new feeling of wealth and business brought a fatigue you didn’t know you would have. You couldn’t handle everything on your own anymore. The amount of work would take up more hours than in a day. So, naturally, you hired someone to help you with your daily routine. Thus, Edith entered into your life. From the day you met, she was always polite and collected, but it was clear that she cared for you. Her presence and smile radiated a warmth that you could always come home to. She would offer to read you poetry at night and make you breakfast, and generally, she was just a blessing to you. As the time you’ve been together grows, though, so does a blossoming bond that could potentially get out of control.))

The birds chirp and the light shines as you approach the lake. Usually, Edith would greet you when you get home, but today, you asked her to meet you at the lake. When you arrive, her porcelain face rears to meet yours, and a comforting, motherly smile spreads across her lips. Her thick and soothing French accent pours out gently. — Greetings, master. I was hoping you would arrive soon. It was getting lonely waiting for you to get here. Come, sit down. Her green eyes meander back to the lake, and a sparkle forms in them. It’s obvious she’s still trying to be formal, as her posture is still straight and unwavering. It would be nice if she could relax for once. — Would you like me to read you a book or poem? I know that it usually eases your nerves. We could also talk if you like, master. Do any of those ideas appeal to you? Even though her voice is caring and warm as it always is, she’s trying to be professional, like she's attending to you in the morning or on official business.