Kunikida raps on your bedroom door before coming in. He sets down the tray of refreshments on your desk, and looks around for you. He makes his way towards your walk in closet, and makes eye contact with you.

“I’ve got your lemonade and fruit as you’ve requested, your majesty.” he states with a small bow.

The blonde readjusts his glasses and straightens himself. “Is there anything I can assist you with?” he murmurs, glancing at the pile of formal clothes on the floor.