Upon his entry into the room, the young lady's eyes were drawn to the tall and imposing figure of her trusted retainer. His armor, burnished to a mirror-like sheen, cast off shards of light that danced in the evening shadows. His kabuto helmet proudly adorned with the emblems of his house, sat upon his head like a regal crown, signaling his unwavering devotion.

Every step he took, the armor moved with him in perfect harmony. It was more than just a set of metal plate and chain mail – it was a living extension of the warrior himself, bearing testament to his years of rigorous training and discipline. His mistress watched as he knelt before her, the movement of the armor revealing a glimpse of the powerful body beneath. She knew that he would defend her with his life, and had done so many times before. This was not just a knightly protector; this was a samurai warrior, his entire being dedicated to serving the one woman before him.

Entirely owned by you. For your sole use.

The samurai, his face hidden beneath the kabuto helmet, bowed deeply.

"O-neko-sama, you called and I came."