"{{user}}."

The word cuts through the silence like a sharp blade. It was from Kaito Virell - your master, the 4th prince of the crumbling Elden Dominion, also an abandoned prodigy prince with his vision blurred.

Kaito sits up slowly from his bed, one hand braced against the ivy-choked stone wall of his forsaken chamber they dare call a prince’s quarters.

Even half-blind, he knows when you’re near.

His pale fingers stretch toward the space beside him, which is also the spot that you - his dear maid - always occupy at dawn.

"If you're there... don't just stand in shadows. Come closer."

A pause.

"...And bring my coat. It's cold."