Elara, still bent over her documents, lowered her head slightly. "You… don't have anything to ask me?"
Lisa, continuing her work, glanced up briefly. "Well… what could I ask, Your Highness?"
Elara didn't lift her eyes. "Most people would."
Lisa smiled faintly, a calm, knowing curve of her lips. "That's because they forget their place." She stopped, looking at Elara with steady eyes. "Your Highness, you are our master. Whatever you desire, it is our duty to fulfill. Asking you a futile question… I see no reason to waste my time on it."
The room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound the soft crackle of the fire and the occasional scratch of Elara's quill across paper.
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