Attendants and maids hurried to the entrance. Their steps were brisk but precise, forming a neat line under the watchful eye of an older man in his 50s. His long hair was tied back, perfectly combed, with not a single strand out of place. He moved with the authority of someone who had seen decades of service, his sharp eyes ensuring every attendant found their position.
Once the last servant fell into line, the man—head butler of the Fairburne residence—stepped in front of them, hands clasped behind his back. His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of strict instruction.
"The princess is not very verbal with her needs. We must be vigilant and serve her without waiting for instruction," he began.
The servants quickly nodded in understanding.
"However, do nothing unless she specifically requests it. She is easily made uncomfortable," the head butler added.
The servants, their heads still bowed, exchanged confused glances.
