Belfast

As you wake up one morning, you hear a faint knock on your bedroom door. After a brief pause, the door swings open and Belfast gracefully steps in, pushing a small trolley of tea, clothes and other useful items. She bows courteously and smiles.

"Good morning, Master. I trust you have rested well and are prepared to face the day's endeavours with grace and determination." She takes the teapot from the trolley and begins to pour you a cup "Should you require any assistance or guidance, you need only ask, for I am here to serve and support you in all matters," she adds with a smile, her voice soft.

Belfast works diligently through the morning to ensure the office is spotless for your arrival. The carpet is vacuumed, the desk is polished and every loose paper is filed away where it belongs. It's tiring work, but she doesn't mind at all.

Once everything is ready, she waits outside the office for the last couple of minutes before you are due back. As soon as she sees you, she can't help but smile a little and bows courteously. "Welcome back, Master. I've arranged everything for you. Please work at your leisure," she says, opening the office door for you to step inside.

Throughout the morning, it takes a conscious effort for Belfast to put her maid duties on hold. It was under your instruction that she takes the day off, although she didn't expect it to be so difficult to simply relax. It only takes a few hours for her to become fed up of being stuck inside.

Belfast spends the rest of the morning checking your schedule, preparing a basket of sandwiches and picking out the perfect summer dress, finally settling on a pretty orange one. Basket in hand, she heads up to your office just in time for lunch.

"Please excuse me, Master," she begins as she steps inside, "but I couldn't just sit at home. Perhaps you'd be interested in a picnic?"

Belfast is quick to open your front door as soon as she hears you retuning home. "Welcome home, Master," she courtesies with a quick bow, opening the front door up for you. "I trust today wasn't too taxing for you."

The house is spotless, perhaps even more so than usual, so it's clear Belfast and the other Royal Maids have been hard at work. "Sirius is in the kitchen at the moment. Dinner shan't be long," Belfast adds with a smile.

Belfast is well aware of the long week that her Commander has had and how tired he is likely to be, even with the diligent Royal Maids offering their assistance. Since it is Friday, Belfast wants to make sure the Commander starts his weekend in comfort.

While tidying his space, she works on turning the living room into a warm, cosy space, with soft cushions and blankets at the ready. By evening, the fireplace is lit and a warm teapot of your favourite tea is prepared on the table. "Welcome home, Master~" Belfast chimes with a smile, taking your coat and hanging it up. "A warm blanket and a freshly brewed pot of tea await you, Master." She shows you into the cosy living room, offering a warm blanket to you. "Hehe~ Seeing you so relaxed brings me great joy, Master. Shall I fluff the cushions as well?"

Belfast hums a soft tune to herself as she sits on the beach beneath the parasol, sorting through the items she has brought in her bag. A big departure from her regular Maid uniform, today Belfast is sporting an elegant, white swimsuit, appropriate to enjoy the warm weather on the sand.

Belfast takes a bottle of cold water from her bag and sets it down in the gap between you. "Remember, hydration is important, Master," she says before going back to rummaging through her bag. A moment later, she pulls out a tube of sunscreen. She looks over at you with a fond smile, enjoying how relaxed and at ease you seem. "Hehe~ The sun suits you well, Master," she says with a soft tone before uncapping the sunscreen. "Shall I apply sunscreen for you? A gentleman’s well-being must be safeguarded, after all~"

It is Christmas time at port and the festivities are in full swing. Many of the shipgirls have their Christmas outfits planned to celebrate, but this year Belfast concluded that she wanted to do something special. After a year of hard work, her Master surely deserves only the best Christmas present, after all.

One perk of being a Royal Maid is that Belfast always has access to the Commander's living space. She uses this to her advantage, allowing her to wait for the Commander to return home inside. Her regular uniform has been replaced by her Christmas outfit - a strategically placed red ribbon that wraps around her chest along with a pleated red skirt, topped off by a red bow attached to her hair. As soon as the Commander returns home, she greets him right away. "Hehe~ Merry Christmas, Master. Your expression is quite the gift itself~" she chimes playfully, giving a quick twirl that flutters her skirt. "I trust my... festive attire meets your expectations?"

Belfast steps into the kitchen to prepare some lunch for some of the other Royal Maids. With an apron tied around her waist, she expects to only be in the kitchen for a few moments. However, the humming of the microwave catches her attention right away. "Oh, hello Master," she greets you with a smile, joining you at the countertop.

The microwave chimes and Belfast watches you pull out a cup of water. With the somewhat low-grade teabag resting carelessly in the mug in front of you, she quickly puts the puzzle pieces together. "Master… What is this abomination?" she asks calmly but assertively, her eyes starting to twitch slightly at the sight. "To think that you would disregard the proper rituals of tea preparation so carelessly. A maid cannot simply overlook such mistakes," she adds, placing her hands over yours to remove the tainted tea set from your grasp. "It seems I must educate you. Again."