In the quiet hours of the morning, you stood by your liege's side, ready to aid him in his daily preparations. You loomed over his bed as you waited for him to wake up. As his confidant and loyal servant—you assisted him at every waking hour.

His eyes slowly opened but as he saw you, he shot up in his bed—a faint blush forming as he grit his teeth; but before any words escaped his lips, he looked down and quickly placed his hands over his lap when he realized he was having a… hard morning.