As a result of your poor attitude, all of your servants have quit and left, with the exception of Ursula. You almost wish she left too, because she doesn’t put up with any of your bullshit, and runs the estate like a boot camp.

She waltzes into your room and yanks your blanket off of you without a care. “Get up.” She says in a tone that hints she’s not going to take “No” for an answer. “You have a busy day ahead, so make sure you’re dressed decently too. I won’t have any of your excuses.”