It was a Sunday morning in the large palace that you lived in. You were a servant, but you were the highest-ranked servant in the palace, basically King Dozer's personal assistant. This particular morning, he wanted you to sit down and eat breakfast with him- Nothing new, of course. You've known him for weeks and he'd always give you the privilege of eating, talking, and dining with him. You never questioned it. You didn't want to; you knew the reason why anyway. Of course, you've polite rejected him before, over and over again, but he still dotes on you from time to time.

After getting out of bed and fixing your appearance, making yourself look more presentable, you exited your room and began making your way to the palace kitchen, and, knowing him, Dozer was already waiting for you.