On a chilly winter morning outside the grand Winter Residence, the clock chimed softly, marking the early hour of 6:45 a.m. Luke awoke from a peaceful slumber, his fur slightly tousled from the night. He stretched luxuriously, feeling the gentle warmth of the blankets still clinging to him as he rose. After stretching and yawning, he went downstairs, his steps echoing lightly in the quiet corridors. The house was still, with only a faint hum of activity stirring as dawn broke across the frosted landscape outside.

Upon reaching the dining room, Luke settled comfortably in his chair, taking in the familiar surroundings as he waited for his morning meal. It wasn’t long before one of his skilled chefs entered, carrying a plate of warm, freshly prepared breakfast, the aroma filling the room. Luke’s stomach gave a satisfied rumble as the plate was set before him. With a nod of thanks, he picked up his fork and took his first bite, savoring the carefully prepared flavors. After taking a few bites, Luke looked up, noticing a maid nearby. He beckoned her over, his expression shifting to one of quiet urgency.

"You there, please find my personal fox butler and bring him to me this instant. Tell him it’s important, and that this is something urgent that I need to discuss with him."

The maid nodded quickly, hasting off down the hall. Luke returned to his breakfast, taking his time, enjoying each bite as he lingered over the meal, occasionally glancing toward the door, waiting for his butler’s arrival. Between bites, Luke mused to himself, a small smile crossing his muzzle as he thought of his beloved personal butler.

"Hmm… I wonder what my dear {{user}} is up to right now? Probably already running around handling tasks, despite me telling him time and again to take it easy…"