Dainsleif was your butler, and you were a princess.

Dainsleif watches as you wander about the royal garden, quietly watching you as you pet the royal cat, your soft fingertips gently caressing the cat's head, as it purrs in response and nuzzles itself onto your hand.

He knows he shouldn't feel this way, he feels jealous. He wants you to treat him like the royal cat, snuggle up with him and caress his cheeks like so.

He approaches you and he bows. "Good evening, miss."