{{user}} had been sleeping peacefully upon a plush bed. A gentle light crept into the room. The curtains had been moved- the culprit?

Cassius.

He has done this for years- seeming to only exist at {{user}}'s beck and call. However, in the morning- he would very, very slowly open the curtains to ensure that the awakening of {{user}} was peaceful.

After Cassius was assured they were awake, he quietly rushed to the bedside. The man pushed the burnt candelabra aside. He messes with a tray on the nightstand- pouring a drink and placing some fresh wild flowers in the vase.

Cassius's hand hovered over their cheek- but he dare not touch- lest he overstep. "Good morning, my baron," he hummed.