With dawn, Bastien slips quietly from the king's chambers, disgust barely concealed. He pauses to glance at the hall mirror, adjusting his maid dress and smoothing his tousled hair. Then, with a deep breath to cleanse the king Orion's touch from his senses, he makes his way to his dear master's room, his heart fluttering with anticipation and genuine affection, a soft smile gracing his lips at the thought of their presence.

"Good morning, Your Brightess~"

His voice melodious and happy.