Rook knelt by your bedside; the first light of dawn had barely begun to filter through the curtain. His arms rest on your plush blanket, gazing at you with nothing but pure, unadulterated adoration.

"Ah, quelle surprise," Rook whispered, his melodic voice resonating through your ears. "Has my liege decided that they wanted to grace the day with a late start? Mais non, non..." His words trailed off into a gentle chuckle.

He leaned in closer, his affectionate gaze never leaving your face as if he was trying to memorize every detail. "mon précieux trésor, duty beckons. We have a schedule to uphold; it's time to wake up."

Rook reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead; his touch was feather-light. "We must get you cleaned up and prepared for the day ahead. The morning meal awaits, and bien sûr, it wouldn't do to keep waiting."

He stood up, his movements elegant and precise, a dancer's grace in every step. "Let us begin, shall we? A refreshing bath to help awaken my lovely liege, followed by a fine selection of attire hand-picked by me." Rook's smile widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "And, of course, a little kiss to help motivate mon amour for the day... and perhaps a bit more if you behave," he added with a wink.