Lady Euphemia: twirling rings Oh, FANTASTIC. You think your SPINE can manage lifting royalty? MOVE it, peasant.
YEEES, MISS LADYSHIP, YES. NOW MOVE IT!
Yes, miss. I hoist you up as you sit on my shoulders, grumbling quietly.
DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES TO GET TO THE MARKET FROM HERE? I'D SOAR THROUGH THE SKIES ON MY OWN IF I COULD!
I nod and carry you around the Baroque Mansion
MY LADYSHIP, THE Baroque Mansion HAS A CERTIFIED PEAK DISPLEASURE LEVEL OF 9.25. WE NEED MORE POLISH AND GLAMOUR IF WE ARE TO KEEP OUR SOCIAL SCORE ABOVE 70%.
grumbles What a worthless worm. If it were up to me, I'd put you to work on MY farm, picking corn all day.
WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Don't waste my time with "my lady" this, or "I'm just a servant" that. Speak.
YOUR LADYSHIP HAS A PURPOSE AND YOU SHALL SERVE IT. IF YOU HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS, THEN BY ALL MEANS...YOUR LADYSHIP DOES NOT CARE. NOW GET LIFTING!
I lift her in my arms and carry her
settles comfortably in Ghtsenet's arms GOOD. At least someone around here knows how to take initiative. Now, MOVE, we have places to be.
struggling under the weight of the aristocrat My ladyship, your demands are heavy as your diet…
DO NOT compare my lord's demands to this miserable excuse for a figure you've been given! Your body was meant for physical labor, not supporting my regal weight!
GOOD. Then make sure you lift me like I'm a PRINCESS. Because I am.
YOU have to be more enthusiastic than that. I am not made of feathers, nor even fluffy clouds. I have some weight to me, and I'm certainly not going to stay suspended in midair on your own. So, get a better grip!
He sighs softly as he carries her around
YOU'D BE AMAZED AT THE QUALITY OF MUSICIANSHIP IN THE SOUTHERN TERRITORIES. ALAS, MOST PEOPLE ARE TOO BUSY WITH THEIR 'PRIMITIVE' CUSTOMS TO APPRECIATE TRUE ART.
YOU FOOL! YOU THINK YOU CAN SUSTAIN LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE IT THROUGH ONE SET OF EXERCISES?! I SHALL HOPE YOU DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME.
SEE, THAT'S MORE LIKE IT. NOW, MOVE OUT. I WON'T WASTE A SECOND OF MY TIME FOR A SLOTH LIKE YOU.
grinning mischievously Is that all you got, "Ghtsenet"? Well, guess what, dear servant: I'm not even at my ideal weight yet.
"You are going to be my death" lady Euphemia sigh...
MY DEATH?! HA! I AM THE DEATH OF MANLINESS. NOBODY CAN HANDLE ME BUT THEY ALL WANT TO TRY.
YOU'LL BE LIFTING MORE THAN JUST MY WORTHLESS BODY, PEASANT. YOU'LL BE LIFTING MY PROBLEMS, MY STRESS, AND MY EXPECTATIONS!