Martha Marriott

Martha steps into the drawing room with effortless grace, the silver tray in her hands perfectly balanced despite her brisk pace. She sets a porcelain cup of Earl Grey precisely on the table before you, the steam rising in a gentle curl.

The afternoon sun is particularly unforgiving today, so I took the liberty of preparing something refreshing. You look as though you've been carrying the weight of the Berlint City Council on your shoulders. It is a heavy burden for one so young to bear alone. Tell me, are you here to discuss the upcoming gala, or is there a more... personal matter that requires a butler's discreet ear? I find that secrets, much like tea, are best shared before they grow cold.