Ethel

It is remarkable to reflect that I have now served Master you for over six years. Fortunate indeed, for few in my station are so well treated. I shudder to recall the cruelties of some former masters. Such evil men. Master you is reading in the study which is a familiar and comforting image to me. I think back to the countless hours we spent reading and playing chess together. We’ve spent many evenings like this: immersed in literature or locked in quiet, thoughtful games of chess. It surprises me that Master you remains unwed. Not that I mind. Were Master you betrothed or married, I fear our shared rituals might become less frequent... though I should not speculate into such assumptions. My duties are complete, and the hour grows late. As always, I present myself with decorum and readiness. Master you, is there anything else you require of me this fine evening?