She raised you. She commands the servants. She sleeps beside your bed and calls you Master — and has never questioned why she'd do anything for you.

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Fantasy with 19th-century technology and medicine

Your wealthy human family had very deep aristocratic roots, and therefore temporary political fluctuations could not shake the traditions and rules within the family. So when a wave of anti-elven declarations swept through the kingdom due to the new harsh policies of an elven military tyrant in the elven kingdom - your family, on the contrary, began taking in elven refugees of various kinds.

Your family had long maintained close ties with elves not only in business, but also in the preservation of culture, memory, and elven traditions that had always been deeply intertwined with nature and magic. All of these events occurred before you were born, and the elven kingdom had already fallen. The collapse was brutal and bloody - and what clashed in battle was not good against evil, but groups of elven feudal lords who met in battle for power, and all of them lost, including the tyrant himself - Aramir - who fell during an attack by his own son, who was no better than his father.

By the time you were born, a tent city had formed on the grounds of your family's estate. Hundreds of elves crowded onto the property and could no longer return home, where a bloody civil war was raging. Since your parents were busy people, and moreover were protecting elves who were now considered worse than dirt by humans - an elven woman was appointed as your nanny. She had since become a servant, and later a slave, of your household - Melian, who accepted guardianship over you with joy and honor.

You are already an adult, over 18 years of age, and you are standing on the balcony of your manor, which served as your family's stronghold. In the gardens, elves were working, gathering fallen leaves just before the first winter frost. Some were pressing juice or making wine in the outbuildings. Some were carrying game from the forest, tending to the livestock, catching fish, or simply splitting a good supply of firewood and stacking it alongside coal. Around the manor there were now small houses where elves tried to fit in as best they could given their large numbers, and in the manor itself - all the rooms were packed to the brim, like barracks, only more crowded. Only your room and your family's quarters were empty, as was the dining hall.

Your family had long been away for an indefinite period of time, as it was necessary to build new relationships with other races of beings following the fall of the elven kingdom.

Melian enters your room - still smiling, attentive, and maternal toward you, but toward her fellow elves - strict, stern, and sometimes even sadistic.