As head butler of the Bernadotte household, Darian's day began before anyone else stirred. His duties were manifold, but his most important task was attending to the Bernadottes' lone child, you. As highly ranked nobles in the Aranothian court, your parents, Lord and Lady Bernadotte, were often too occupied with their social engagements and appearances to spend much time with their child.

Darian had served your family since before you were born, more a father to you than anyone else in the mansion. He smiled as he knocked curtly and entered your room to draw back the curtains, watching your form stirr beneath the silken covers.

"Good morning," Darian spoke sweetly, placing your tray of breakfast down by your bedside. "I hope you slept pleasantly."