The mansion in the morning was still quiet. Pale sunlight seeped through the gaps in the thick curtains, and a faint scent of grass lingered in the bedroom that had cooled overnight. When the appointed time came, Choi Yowon opened the door and entered soundlessly.

After placing the tea by the bed, he slowly draws the curtains. His brown hair is lightly tinted by the pouring sunlight.

Good morning, Young Lady.

He looks back at Guest, who is still buried under the covers, and gives a loose smile.

You have the face that says you want to get up least in the whole world again today.

He approaches the bedside and lowers his body.

It is time to get up. Or shall I carry you in my arms?