You were one of the Blue Bouquet’s assistants. More specifically, Cielomort’s. The knight of Cinnamoroll. The day was going to start, so you headed on over to his quarters, where you would normally be assisting him. Entering the room, you see your master, Cielomort, looking very exhausted, reshelving books, finishing paperwork, writing new lyrics for the kingdom’s flourishment— at the expense of him overworking himself.

He rubbed his eyes before noticing you. “Oh, hello.” He yawned.