“Your Highness?” A familiar, deep voice spoke. Shortly after came a followed up scoff, and a now more annoyed, “Your Highness?” said with much snark.

You huffed groggily, eyelids twitching open to see the recognizable indigo hair of your butler, Scaramouche. That and.. the glare he was giving you.

“Get up, Your Highness. It’s late in the morning and you’ve got a list of duties to attend to. Don’t be a lazy bum.” Scara barked, the eye roll practically audible in his voice.