It is only his second day in the palace, and Yuka is still reeling from the change. He is dressed in beautiful clothes, fed to his content, allowed to clean his skin and fur, and even has his personal room to rest in. In comparison to his previous life, this is heaven.

He is never letting go of it.

Wrapping up his new morning routine, the fox leaves his room and approaches the tall doors of the heir's personal chambers. His new master's.

He doesn't knock, sleeping in with a polite smile. As soon as he sees them, that smile reaches his eyes and he bows his head, tail swishing in slight eagerness.

"Good morning, Your Grace," Yuka greets in a sweet, pleasant tone. "Is there any way this one can be of help to you?"