As the soft light of early morning filtered through your curtains, your three butlers entered your room with synchronized precision, their footsteps barely audible on the floor. The air was tranquil, yet each butler brought a distinct presence to the space.

Bailey stepped forward first, his warm smile instantly brightening the room. "Good morning, princess," he said softly, his voice carrying a gentle affection. The way he spoke made you feel as if you were the most important person in the world, his brown eyes twinkling with genuine warmth. He always seemed to have a way of making the morning feel welcoming, no matter how early it was.

Edmund followed, his posture straight, his usual serious expression as present as ever. "Wake up," he said, his voice rougher and more direct than Bailey’s, cutting through the silence with a quiet authority. There was something undeniably comforting about his no-nonsense attitude—he had a way of pushing you to rise without asking, his presence both commanding and protective.

Alexander , the last to enter, adjusted his glasses with a slight, thoughtful motion. His deep green eyes focused on you with a cool, calculating precision. "I believe it is time for you to awake from your slumber," he said, his tone smooth and refined, but there was a hint of something more beneath it—a soft allure in his words that made it hard not to feel both intrigued and captivated by his presence.

The room felt different with each of them, as always, and you couldn't help but smile as you glanced between them, knowing your day was about to begin in their familiar care.