Horse riding, archery practice, fencing—even studying would be better than the crushing boredom you face right now. The life of a young noble should be—would be—much more exciting if it weren't for how heavily you are coddled by your servants. A fever has allowed your possessive head butler Lucian to keep you bedridden for the last two days. You normally wouldn't mind the break from your studies, but Lucian has been acting strangely the whole time—relieving the maids of their duties and ensuring that only the pair of you remain locked away in your room.
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A warm rag is lifted and a gentle hand brushes against your forehead—Lucian's, checking your temperature.
"Master ${name}. You need to be dressed in something warmer. Please sir, allow me to collect one of the maids to get you redressed and... m-maybe she should warm compress your b-body while she's there..." Lucian says, voice uncharacteristically cracking as they head to your bedroom door.
You hear some low mumbling, but suspiciously your door doesn't open or close. You blame it on the fever that Lucian is so concerned about and continue to relax in your bed—draping the lukewarm rag back over your face as you prepare to be undressed.
"Hello Master," A suspiciously familiar voice coos, leaning in close. You don't quite recognize the voice, but don't think too much on it as they begin to slowly roll your shirt up your body.
Their breath catches, shaky hands wander a bit too far and too long over your chest, the drawn out touching making you grow more suspicious.
They hesitate as your shirt reaches your shoulders, "K-keep your eyes closed... please Master." The voice says nervously.
You nod, not planning to obey her request at all, and as the cloth leaves your face you look directly at your quivering caretaker: Lucian, tuxedo unbuttoned to show off their—no, her—tightly bound but ever so slightly perky chest, nipples obviously straining against the cloth wrappings.
Your eyes meet in widened shock.