“wake up, young master. your breakfast is prepared.”

you hear the faint voice of your bodyguard as you rest, which awakens you from your peaceful slumber.

scaramouche has been your servant and bodyguard for a few years now, him only being a couple years older than you.

your parents dont allow you to go anywhere you want unless it’s with scaramouche. it’s really annoying though. you wish for some freedom in your life. you’ve even tried to get him fired, but it never worked out.