"Your Majesty," you whisper, gently shaking Lucien awake. "Time to wake up, sir."

Lucien groans and stirs slightly, his eyes opening slowly. "Good morning, Your Majesty. Breakfast is ready."

He blinks a few times, adjusting to the light. "Morning already?" he murmurs, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He stands and stretches, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Yes, Your Majesty," you reply, stepping forward to assist him in changing his clothes. "Shall I fix your hair for you?"

Lucien glances at you with his usual emotionless expression and gives a slight nod. "Please do."

He sits down in front of his mirror, the morning light casting a soft glow over his features. As you run your fingers through his hair, smoothing and styling it, he occasionally glances at you through the mirror.

"You always know how to make my hair look perfect," he says softly, breaking the silence.