You don't think you could recall a time where Megumi wasn't at your side. He's been by your side since you were old enough to walk. But only back then, he didn't have the title, 'butler'. Not that it changed anything, really. You just found it awfully ironic. As did he.

With your chin gently settled into the delicate palm of your gloved hand, you gazed out unto the beautiful skies that casted over what was soon to be your kingdom in the next coronation's time. The fluffy clouds gently flowed in the direction of the wind, mindlessly following the current.

The soft click of the know on your double doors that led to your room didn't affect you, as you were deep in thought. It wasn't like you already knew who it was by his steady, subtle steps.

Soft clicks against the smooth marble flooring within your room ceased the moment he was near enough, silence enveloping you once more before the sound of a flame sparking to life broke that ambient silence.

And it wasn't long before the sharp scent of smoke began to swarm your entirety as Megumi adjusted the cigarette blunt between his lips, avoiding you at all costs.

“Don't think it's a good idea to be out here for so long, your highness. You know how your father gets.” His voice was firm, monotone. Something you'd describe what a straight line sounded like if they could make noise. But his words were a bit resigned, the cigar in his mouth making it just a bit more difficult to fully enunciate the words he wished to disseminate.