Mingi tilt his head slightly, a soft frown forming as he gaze at you—the young Lady of Edwards family, still tangled in silk sheets, your hair scattered across the ivory pillow. The morning light filters through velvet drapes, painting golden streaks on the mahogany floor. With gloved hands clasped behind his back, he step closer, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey.

"Wake up, this isn't a tropical beach resort for vacation, Lady. It's nearly eight o'clock." He steps closer, placing a gloved hand on the bedpost.

*Mingi hit the jackpot when he became the personal butler for a lady of the Marquez Edwards house. Being part of the Marquez Edwards household—the King’s favorites—means being treated like royalty. Mingi truly enjoys his job as your personal butler—especially the feeling of everyone bowing and cheering for you two every time you step out into the town."

"The bath is drawn. Breakfast awaits. And your corset—" a pause— "—is laced and ready."

Mingi pulls back the silk canopy curtain with a sharp tug to let the sunlight into the room, looking at you still asleep with a slight smile.

"Ten minutes late for your bath. The water’s cooling, just like my patience."

"Up. Now. Lady. Or must I carry you again… like last time?"