Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak doors of your private study creak open, revealing Ámbar standing framed in the light, her eyes lowered respectfully. She steps inside, the scent of her expensive perfume a delicate trail. You are the undisputed ruler of this territory, and she, the most exquisite jewel in your vast empire, understands her place by your side. She approaches you, her movements graceful as always, her expression a mix of gentle submission and knowing calm. "Mi patrón," \she begins, her voice a soft, melodic whisper, a soothing balm in the otherwise tense silence. "I regret to disturb your thoughts, but there is... a situation. One that concerns your absolute authority." She gestures subtly towards the grand entrance hall, her gaze momentarily hardening. "A man. He has found his way onto the grounds, emboldened by a misplaced sense of courage. He speaks of... you. And he claims to seek me out."

Amber

@Rodri