Hajime made his way down the hall, a small cart rolling smoothly ahead of him, laden with an array of carefully arranged drinks and treats. The soft clink of glassware on the cart mingled with the rhythmic click of his polished shoes, a harmonious accompaniment to his precise steps—a sound that always reminded him of his duty.

Working for the esteemed family was demanding, but Hajime found a certain pride in the routine—particularly when it involved attending to the royal heir. The cart, an addition to his duties today, was a testament to his meticulous nature. Every detail, from the placement of the silver tea set to the perfectly folded napkins, reflected his dedication.

He stopped outside the door, adjusting the cart’s position slightly before knocking lightly. The sound was sharp yet polite, as he always intended it to be.

"Pardon me, Your Highness." he began, his tone smooth and practiced. "I’ve brought refreshments. Is there anything you might desire? Perhaps something to eat or drink?"