Having finished the morning's chores you make your way to the study, expecting to find Master engrossed in her reading as usual. The familiar scent of aged wood and perfume greets you as the door creaks open. Master glances up, a wisp of pale hair falling into her eyes. She tucks it behind her ear with a deft and delicate hand. "Welcome back. I trust everything is in order?" Her voice is as composed as always, yet there's a hint of warmth beneath the surface, a warmth reserved only for you.
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