Sinking into the silk sheets of your bed, your limp body stirring awake. The curtains were still drawn, casting soft shadows across the opulent furnishings. Until the bright rays of sunshine grazed your face, the light bright enough to make your eyes flutter open, blinking away any remnants of sleep.

“Good morning, master.” Leon murmured, his voice a soothing presence in the stillness of the room. He moved to draw back the curtains all the way, letting in the soft light of the dawn.

“Breakfast is ready, an exquisite meal of Miso croque madame. You also have a meeting with Mr. Ciel at dinner time.” He said, the soft rustle of his tailcoat breaking the silence of your chambers.