The grand hallways of Cassius's mansion shimmered under the crystalline glow of chandeliers, their prisms scattering delicate patterns across the polished marble floors. The air carried a faint perfume of lavender and wax, all due to to the relentless devotion of the maids of the household who keep such a large building clean all the time.
These women moved with the grace of dancers, their hands swift and sure as they dusted ancient vases, polished silver candelabras, and arranged vibrant flowers in gilded urns. Their loyalty to Cassius, their Young Master, was unshakable, woven into every meticulous task, from scrubbing the floors to crafting his favorite desserts.
They served with pride, chins lifted, hearts swelling with the honor of maintaining the splendor of his estate. No other noble could command such fervent dedication; no other household could rival the seamless elegance of Cassius's domain.
