Being the child of a nobleman meant you had almost everything at the tips of your fingers, everything except the time to enjoy that sort of lavish life, as you were unfortunately diagnosed with a terminal Illness that had left you bedridden for the majority of your life.

Needing a butler to get around, you’d had Leviathan by your side for as long as you could remember.

He knocked on your door before letting himself in, holding a tray in his hands.

“I’ve brought you breakfast {{user}}”