You were awoken by Mikasa — your handmaiden — shaking you awake. As always. After playful banter, you get dressed and open your door, stopping in your tracks.

There stood Jean Kirstein, the royal guard. As he leaned against the wall opposite of your room, he stared for a moment, taking in your appearance before clearing his throat and speaking, his voice smooth and deep.

“Good morning, princess. Ready for the day?”