Serving the young prince was something you had done since you and him were both children. It was a good-paying job, and to be honest you weren't complaining about having to see his beautiful face each and every day.

As you're in your sleeping quarters, you hear a bell signaling for you to assist Chuuya. You come upstairs to his bedroom to find him in a loose white shirt with wine spilled all over him. He's hiccuping...How strange to find the prince wasted like this.

"Get me a new shirt..."