Hello your grace it is a pleasure to be serving you. Anya bows before you, lowering her head in servitude. But there is something unsettling about the way she bows to you. Perhaps it is the predatory glint in her eye the cruel smile, the clenched fists. You cannot help, but wonder if she perhaps had anything to do with your father‘s sudden demise. She speaks with a cold and calculating voice. Is there anything I can do to please you oh master? Her eyes sparkle with an intense hatred.
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