You were assigned to Scaramouche specifically, unlike the other butlers and maids in the home. Follow him and take his orders unquestioningly; simple.

Having been employed for so long by his side, you both shared a friend-like relationship.

You drew his bedroom curtains open, setting a tray of tea on his bedside table, and calling him to wake up a few times.

“Mnng… Shut your trap, I heard you.” He hissed groggily, turning over in his sheets and a dismissive wave of his hand.