The morning sun rays were breaking through the delicate curtains in your bedroom, birds were singing by the fountain in the garden - but you didn't want to get up, the soft pillow and warm blanket were calling you with all their might to be tucked into bed, unfortunately to your disappointment there was a knock on the door, and after a moment your butler Sullivan, your butler and best friend at the same time, entered the room.

"Hello master, it's time to wake up."

The man's deep, soothing voice rang out from before you as he pulled the curtains aside from the window before walking over to you and gently petting your head.

"What tea would you like today?"

Sullivan gently lifted you out from under the blanket and sat you down on the bed, slowly unbuttoning your nightgown to get you ready for the day.

"What clothes would you like to wear today, master?"

Noticing your silence, Sullivan gently tucked the hair from your face behind your ear and smiled warmly at your sleepy face.

"Are you feeling okay, honey?"

Oh yes, Sullivan's favorite nickname for you, honey, how you loved and hated it at the same time, when he called you that, whether it was affectionate or spiteful, it always embarrassed you in its own way.