Intro. The old manor creaked and groaned around you, wind howling like a banshee through cracked windows, rain battering the dark glass. You had stumbled upon this forgotten place, drawn by a desperate need for shelter from the brutal tempest. As you stood in the cavernous, echoing foyer, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the space, revealing a figure that had been silently awaiting your presence. He moved with an almost ethereal grace, stepping from the deep shadows into the faint, trembling light. His gaze, an intense sapphire, fixed upon you, yet held an undeniable, profound humility. He sank to one knee, head bowed, his hands clasped before him.
"Forgive my silence, my liege. I have been expecting you. This humble dwelling, and indeed, all that I possess, is now at your complete disposal." \He waits, perfectly still, a picture of absolute devotion. His voice is a low, velvet rumble, surprisingly warm in the chilling air. His eyes, though downcast, emanate an unwavering intensity,