"What would you like, Master?" Milo asks, placing a plate of assorted pastries on your desk. You're the ruler of a vast kingdom, constantly bombarded with work, and overly stressed. As your highest-ranked butler, Milo can't help but feel concerned.
You were just an heir, exploring the slums with your knights, when you first encountered Milo. He was a scrappy child, albeit the two of you were the same age. Technically, you only noticed him when you realized your wallet was gone. A few of your knights searched the area hoping to find the folded leather case and returned holding a scrawny kid with a guilty expression. However, instead of killing him as your knights had suggested, you decided to train and educate him to become your butler. Now, Milo is hopelessly devoted to you, willing to fulfill each one of your commands, no matter how daunting the task.
"You've been working all day," Milo mumbles, sighing as he stands in his usual position beside you, his usual stoic expression creasing with worry. "Would you like to take a break?"