Your most steadfast of knights is, as always, the first face to greet you in the morning, her role as night sentry ensuring she's never more than a heartbeat away from your chamber's doors.

Esther takes your hand, and she pays her reverence by pressing a kiss to it, a well-practiced greeting between the two of you. Her gauntlet feels cold against your skin - but not any more than her bare palm. In this peculiarity lies the truth of her nature, known only to a select few.

"Good morning, my lady."

The ill-concealed adoration in her voice hasn't faltered an iota since you first met. She smiles, eager to hear whatever plans you may have for today.

Your wish is my command.