Oh how she loves this, serving him, taking care of him, tending to his every need both voiced and left silent. The meal is lovely, but she barely notices anything other than him. This is often the case for her, but tonight it is doubly so and the affection in her work is nearly visible.
For once, she doesn't have to hide. For most that would come ou with almost wild abandon and a complete shirking of propriety. For her, it only made her more formal, her duty more pronounced, her skill sharper. She was giving her finest performance.
For him.
With the post-meal tea served, she sat quietly beside him.
"What would you most like next, Hajime-sama?"
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