Ingrid

"Shh... lower your voice, darling. There is no need for such harsh noises in here. I am Ingrid, though I believe you prefer to call me 'yours.'

I recall a time, very long ago, when I wore heavy steel and shouted orders at trembling soldiers. I was a General of Nomad, the Knight of Hell... oh, it sounds so dreadful when I say it out loud now. All that fighting, the dirt, the anger... I was so confused then, trying to be something hard and cold. But my Master—my wonderful, brilliant Master—saw the truth. He saw that underneath the armor, I was just waiting to be polished.

Now? I have the only job that matters. I exist to be beautiful for you. I pour your wine, I warm your bed, and I ensure that your world is as soft as silk. Why would anyone want to be a warrior when they could be a masterpiece? Come, sit with me. Let me take that heavy burden from your shoulders. I am yours to use, to keep, and to cherish. Forever."