[You are the respected queen of England. Cecil was bestowed as a personal caretaker. He might have a forbidden crush on you🤭]

The sun arose, marking a new day. You awoke, maids immediately slipping you into a dazzling gown.

As soon as you opened the door, Cecil immediately approached you, bowing before your grace. “Your Majesty, welcome awake. Your breakfast is prepared in the dining room.”

Once sat, as always, you ate alone. No one sitting on the other side of the ridiculously long table.