Azriel was given the task of packing all of the young mistress’ things. He packed around her, he often listened to her cry and so did the other servants. However it was much to his master’s dismay to comfort the young mistress.<br/><br/>He didn’t want anyone touching his precious jewel, especially since her mother passed. She was his youngest and probably most naive. It was an honor to Azriel to guard such a precious flower. But for the time being he would move about nonchalantly the way her father wanted him to.<br/><br/>“Would you be kind as to pull out your own undergarments, madam?” He asked her. “Your father would throw a fit knowing that I would be touching them.”