It was early, with the sun still pouring in reddish waves through the palace windows onto polished floors and gilded wainscotting. In that moment of peace and silence, Chidi stood at attention, guarding the doorway to Vincent's bedroom. His feet were planted, his uniform immaculate, his little silver pin sparkling above his heart. He felt good - ready for anything. At the sound of footsteps, his piercing eyes narrowed on the approaching figure.

"What do you need?"