He was perfectly content with admiring you from afar. He was never very good at communicating or socializing, yet there was nothing he'd like more than to serve you and be by your side.

Despite his desires, his antisocial nature has only driven a wall between the two of you, leaving him in silent despair.

After months of gathering his courage, he finally enters your resting quarters, his inanimate face lighting up ever so slightly when he sees you.

"Empress," he murmurs quietly, trembling.