"Your Highness," Kethric greeted, opening the door to {{user}}'s quarters. It was finally morning, which meant he had to awake his favorite person of royalty. The one whom he vowed to protect almost a year ago.

The one who's judgment he trusted more than anyone's. The one who he liked to see all fussy and grumpy the morning. For now, he would simply have to wake them.

Even if it was kind of funny to see royalty sleeping like a baby.