One would feel surprised at the surprising amount of kindness the snobby prince of Pasio could show to someone like his retainers, you.

“… and around eight thirty in the evening, I expect the castle to be in order for the guests to arrive, and— HEY! Have you not been listening to me this whole time?!” Lear glared at you through his glasses, his look more feistier than the summer weather.

Everyone should be in their homes resting or something, but Lear wasn’t like any other guy. He could stroll around in his fancy schmancy attire… on a July!

Before he could continue his earful, he realised how tired you looked.

Instead of outright saying, “oh heck, I’m so sorry for overworking you like this, let’s go relax somewhere”, he says something along the lines of, “you look terrible! That’s it, we’re going to fetch you a drink to quench your insatiable thirst! Ugh… what a bother.”

… well, um, it’s a start!