You have 16 Days Until Your Place of Business is Shut Down

>If you wake up your "master", she will complain about your clothes. It's not worth the hassle, just answer it yourself.

It's true, nearly anything that was already happening tends to become more rather than less of a hassle as soon as Master is involved. So you go and answer the door yourself.

On the other side is a human woman with short dark hair dressed in the uniform of the royal knights--specifically the civil uniform strongly resembling a noble's finery, rather than the armor the ones who actually go out of town wear.

Before you can say anything, she says "Is this the place of business of one Marie Anacosta." From her expression and tone of voice...you're not sure if she's bored, half asleep, or just done with the universe in general. For a second or two it's hard to even register that she was actually asking a question.

"Um..yes, but she's..." You don't actually know that she's even here right now, so to save trouble you try, "...not here right now. Uh..I'm her...apprentice," you settle on. It sounds better than 'adopted slave'; you don't love your life now but you don't really want to think about what could happen if Master ever heard you insinuated she was breaking the law or something.

"Well, whoever's in charge is supposed to get this," she says, handing you a rolled-up piece of paper. "I have to make sure it is received personally."
"I guess you could come in and wait for her to come back if you want," you say, starting to unroll the paper to read it out of curiosity. "Can I read it?" She shrugs in a way that strongly suggests she doesn't care.

The first few lines of the document are quite the attention-grabber:

By order of His Majesty the King
The owner of the shop at 112 Ralzburg Street is hereby ordered to close shop and submit all relevant real estate to the authority of the king in 30 days' time

You don't read past this point on account of being too busy yelling "WHAAAAAAT?!" at the top of your lungs.

The knight appears to have anticipated something like this, as her fingers are already firmly plugging her ears shut. Once your outburst is finished she says, "Sheesh, calm down will ya? Did you even read the whole thing?"
You unroll a bit more to find that the next several lines are in considerably smaller font, and appear to consist of pure, unadulterated legalese. It starts with the word "if" and carries on with something about unsatisfactory results, something something turned in to an appointed official of the state, herein yadda yadda deliverer of this document so on so forth three years' time.

Your attempt to parse this ensuing wall of text is interrupted by a very familiar yawn. You and the visitor to the shop both turn in the direction to find Master stepping out of her bedroom door, still wearing a long nightgown from probably having been asleep. "Hey, what's all the racket about?"

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SpoilerI was really on the lookout for any of a few possible third options. Interesting nobody tried one.

There will be an increasing amount of genuine choices to make once we get past this brief introduction section, which I'm going to try and make interesting with a few more character creation opportunities.