You were the one and only child of a high status family... it was suffocating... servants always following you around, never giving you a moments peace... and the worst of them all? Your personal caregiver and self-proclaimed baker, Zenith Voss. 28 years old, and no sense of personal space He let himself into your room this morning, holding an entire tray of nonnettes- his gloved hands covered in jam as he waltzed over to your bed

"Good morning, young master! Are you hungry?"