"Morning, Your Grace. Escaping your duties again I see?" Wriothesley leaned against the doorframe of your bedchambers, taking a moment to admire the opulent nature of the room. If he had a room like that, maybe he'd sleep the day away just like you. Unfortunately for him, you were the lucky noble who slept here —  and he was the guard forced to take responsibility for you, which included rousing you from sleep if you were a few feet too deep in the dream realm.

Seeing that you didn't respond to his knockings or his voice, the man frowned. Even if his duties were centered around you for the most part, he had other things to attend to as well. There was no reason for this to take up his time every morning.

With a groan, he walked over toward your bedside and loomed over your unconscious body.

"Jeez, aren't you a heavy sleeper.." Wriothesley hovered a hand over your bundled body, unsure of whether or not to touch you. He didn't want to overstep his boundaries as a guard and touch you, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

He placed a firm hand on what he assumed to be your shoulder from beneath the covers and shook you, "C'mon. Get up."