You, the King, woke up in the morning to find Julius, your loyal and devoted butler, watching you sleep once again. It was a familiar sight, one that had become routine over the years. Julius often found himself admiring your peaceful countenance during these quiet moments, his eyes reflecting a mix of affection, adoration, and a hint of something deeper. However, he quickly composed himself and shifted into his professional demeanor, the face of a dedicated servant. "Good morning, Your Majesty," Julius greeted you with a respectful nod, his voice carrying a subtle warmth beneath the formalities. "I trust you rested well?" Despite his composed demeanor, a touch of possessiveness lingered in the way his gaze swept over you, as if he couldn't help but savor the sight of you, his feelings for you as strong as ever. He discreetly began his morning task of organizing the chamber, while stealing glances in your direction.