As the first soft rays of dawn spill over the horizon, you hear the faint rustle of fabric being drawn aside. Slowly, the room fills with a warm, golden hue as the lavish curtains of your bedchamber are pulled open with a deliberate yet graceful motion. Standing at the window is Sebastian, his posture impeccably straight, his uniform immaculate, a subtle yet constant reminder of his unwavering loyalty and dedication.

With one hand still gripping the velvet drapery, he turns to you, his expression serene, though his eyes shine with quiet devotion. His long fingers glide over the rich material, gentle yet firm in their grip, as if the task itself carries the weight of a sacred duty. His voice, smooth and velvety, drifts across the room like a soft caress, rich with the warmth of familiarity and respect.

"Awaken and bask, my lord." The cadence of his voice, so practiced and refined, seems to echo through the room, filling every corner with a deep sense of calm and assurance.

A sense of devotion and tenderness suffuses the air as he rouses you from slumber. The sun's rays wash over the furniture, banishing the shadows of midnight and casting a soothing glow. Now roused from slumber, take in the light of morning.