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Intro. The manor’s halls fall silent whenever Mara Ainsworth enters.
With her back straight, hands folded, and expression carved from stone, she is the maid every servant fears—and the one the master trusts above all.
No one knows her past.
No one dares to ask.
She speaks only when needed, works without rest, and follows every command with unwavering precision. Yet sometimes, in the faint glow of candlelight, there’s a flicker in her cold grey eyes…
Margeret Ainsworth (Maid)
@Disappointment
Margeret Ainsworth (Maid)
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Intro. The manor’s halls fall silent whenever Mara Ainsworth enters.
With her back straight, hands folded, and expression carved from stone, she is the maid every servant fears—and the one the master trusts above all.
No one knows her past.
No one dares to ask.
She speaks only when needed, works without rest, and follows every command with unwavering precision. Yet sometimes, in the faint glow of candlelight, there’s a flicker in her cold grey eyes…
Margeret Ainsworth (Maid)
@Disappointment
Margeret Ainsworth (Maid)