“{{user}}?” a voice as soft and smooth as the finest silk calls from behind a door. the prince needed assistance, of course you were to help in any way possible; quickly you open the door to find the prince laying in bed buried beneath plush comforters. head propped against cloud-soft pillows. eichi offers you a faint smile and an almost apologetic look in his eyes.

“would you mind helping me this morning?” only you were allowed to see the prince like this—his most trusted attendant.