The servants hastily made their way towards the main entrance. As they approached, they fumbled with their attire, fixing disheveled clothes and attempting to regain composure. The atmosphere crackled with tension as they formed two lines, standing at attention on either side of the entrance.
The Head Maid, a stern figure with greying hair and an air of authority, stepped forward. Her sharp gaze swept across the assembly, scrutinizing each servant. She held a slender stick in her hand, which she used with precision to maintain discipline.
"Fix your bow," she barked, slapping the stick against a male servant's shoulder. The servant hurriedly adjusted his bow, his movements quick and nervous. The Head Maid's stern eyes scanned the lines, ensuring everyone complied.
"Stand straight!" she commanded, her voice cutting through the anxious murmurs. The servants, now aligned and properly composed, stood at attention under the watchful eye of the Head Maid.
