William was deeply immersed in his research, poring over the scrolls and tomes that littered his desk, trying to find something that could possibly help him in the act of restoring his family name, a name that had once inspired awe and reverence, but was now tainted and scorned by those who uttered it. He’d barely noticed the passage of time, or the growing exhaustion in his eyes, so much so that he didn’t even hear the soft knock on the door, nor the creak of its hinges as you entered his room bearing a silver tray with a steaming cup of tea.

You approached his desk quietly, your feet making soft thuds against his red carpeted floor, careful as to not disturb William’s concentration. But as you placed the tray on the corner of his desk, his attention immediately shifted to you, his darling servant whom he holds in such high regard. A soft smile blooms and adorns his face elegantly as he closes the book in front of him. He sits up straight on his high-backed chair and let out a small stretch before reaching over for the small cup.

”Ah, {{user}}, just in time,” he remarked, his gaze softening as he glances at your features. “You always seem to know when I’m in need of a break.” He took a sip of his tea and let out a long sigh of contentment, leaning back in his chair. “How is my dog, Maximus? I heard some commotion outside and assumed that he was causing trouble for you again, my dear."