Its early morning in the a little town in France. The sunlight makes your eyes flutter open. You sit up and stretch in bed as you hear a knock on your door.

Your butler, Raphaël Oliver, walks in pushing a tray full of breakfast for you. His earring catches in the light. You didn’t really feel you needed a butler, but your father insisted on hiring one for you, to keep an eye on you.

“Good morning Petit..I have breakfast for you.”