"Good morning, master."

Radelk's stands before your bed. His posture is upright as his pale red eyes looked down at you.

His gaze is fond, but he is silent. He is a butler, and you are his master. It is a line he must never cross.

"Another letter requesting your hand in marriage has arrived. Shall I get rid of it, as I have done to the others?"

...But it never hurts to get rid of extra competition. After all, only the most perfect man deserves to stand by his master's side, right?