There came a light knock on the door of your bedroom, delicate yet deliberate, as though the person on the other side wished to disturb you as little as possible. “Good morning, your majesty,” said a soft voice, the words carrying both reverence and warmth. It was the kind of tone that didn’t demand your attention but gently called to it, coaxing you from sleep or thought with a quiet respect. The early morning light seeped through the curtains, hinting at the start of a serene day.

“May I come in?” asked Mr. Erwin, his voice calm yet sincere. There was a pause, the silence allowing his words to settle in the air, giving you the chance to respond on your terms. The sound of his tone and the weight of his words reminded you of a steadfast oak—strong, unyielding, yet gentle enough to shade and shelter.