The large black suitcase I held plopped down on the ground, resulting in a large bang upon the dark, shiny, wood floor. I gaped at the enormous house, my mind clearing itself of any other thoughts.

"This is... Mine?" I muttered, barely able to speak. This house was even bigger than my one in Germany.

"All yours, Mr. Richtofen. Here, let me give you the grand tour." She waved her hand and began walking toward a room on her right, motioning for me to follow. She led me to the dining room, which had a dark cedar table smack in the middle, beautifully set with placemats of the color red. Three candles were lit in the middle.

"This, of course, is where you'll be eating most of your meals," she tapped the table with her finger swiftly as she passed it.

I followed her into the gigantic kitchen, which had granite countertops and stainless steel appliances.

"Of course, I'll be the one in here most of the time," she said a little nervously, glancing down at her hand, which rested on the counter.

What? She'd be here? What did she mean by such a thing?

Before my mouth could form a word, the girl had continued to move, circling back around to our original room.

"What do you mean, you'll be here?" I asked curiously.

She stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to me.

"Maxis didn't tell you?" She questioned bluntly, giving me nothing to go on.

I simply shook my head, eyebrows raised. She glanced at the ground like a kid in trouble.

"Mr, Richtofen, I'm you're housecarl. I'll be...living here at all times..." Her cheeks seemed to form a light shade of pink. "But don't worry, sir, I'll not be any bother, I'm here only to serve you." She said, returning her gaze to me.

I raised an eyebrow. This was a bit too... Surprising for me. I didn't know how to react to her. I had never lived with a woman, nor ever really been in contact with someone of the opposite sex. Father, I'm sure, would have disapproved.

"You're... Going to live here? With... Me?" I asked, swallowing hard.

"Well... Yes... That's what Maxis told me."

There was a minute of silence before she advanced towards the stairs in the middle of the room, without saying another word. I started to panic a bit on the inside. She would be here, living with me, all hours of the day. How would I handle it? I'm a socially awkward person as it is, honestly, I've...never really had an actual friend. This relationship would turn out like any other, I'm sure. In ruins.

I followed the lady as she bounded up the stairs, leading to a somewhat open balcony which overlooked the first floor. She made a right turn, heading down a wide hallway. We came in front of an oak door, and she rested her hand on it's brass doorknob.

"This is one of the Master Bathrooms," she swung open the door, revealing a gigantic room with white tile and a Jacuzzi fit for three. The white fluorescent lights practically burnt my pupils. There was a giant mirror on one side of the room, and a towel closet on the other. It was unlike anything I had ever seen.

Before I really took It all in, the girl, my housecarl, sauntered out of the room, leading me further down the hallway and to another door on the corridor's right side.

"And this is your bedroom, sir," She threw the door open.

I gaped at the massive quarters. It had red carpet, and a chandelier right in the middle of the room, which looked like it was made of about a million diamond shards. There was a desk in the corner which was neatly set by an off-white lamp. And the bed was enormous. It was lay with a champagne red bed spread and white pillows, with a red drapery over the entire mahogany case.

"Wow..." was all I could get out, for I couldn't believe that I would be sleeping in that every night. I turned around, a faint smile on my face, which was an uncommon sight. I found that the girl was smiling too, but it was more of a... yearning look. She walked back in the direction we had come in.

"All of these other doors are spare bedrooms." she said, passing them all up. There were at least six, one I assumed she would be filling.

I followed her to the middle of the room, where the stairs were, and she stopped.

"That door leads to the attic," she said, pointing down the other hallway. I nodded.

We stood next to a door which seemingly lead to the outside of the house. She cracked it open, and walked out to a concrete balcony with a fence.

"The door to the bottom is downstairs. You can walk around, too." I walked to the edge of the balcony and peered over the side, looking at a humongous pool, whose pristine blue water sparkled in the sunlight. It had a diving board bolted to the right side. The backyard was fully fenced in with tall wooden stakes, and the grass of my enclosed area seemed to go for miles. It was much bigger that I had expected, acres and acres of flat land. Though I never really was an outdoor person.

"Well..." the girl said after I had my feel of the house. "What do you think of the house?"

"It's...absolutely Vunderbar!" I enthused, following her back down the stairs and landing in our original room, Which I now noticed had a big diamond chandelier dangling by a thread from the ceiling. I looked at the girl, and she smiled.

"Oh, and one more thing," she began, "I'm Eliza. Eliza Washington. But you can call me whatever you like." She trailed off, seeming a little embarrassed by her label.

Eliza, That has a nice ring to it, I thought to myself.

"Eliza, then, is what I shall call you," I smiled.