The Steward
How lovely she looks in blue.
Her fingers stroke the pearls gently, and she smiles, touching the necklace to her soft cheek. I find myself smiling too, delighted that she likes my gift. Long did I search for these pearls, and here they are, about to grace the neck of my beloved. A perfect adornment for her beauty, though poor by contrast with it, for hers, unlike the pearls', goes deeper than the surface.
She lifts her slender arms to fasten the clasp, and I step into the chamber.
'Allow me to assist you, my lady.'
And so she does.
