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Svend stands in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the lump beneath the luxurious velvet duvet that dares to call itself a ruler. The sun is high—past noon, in fact—and here you are, still cocooned in your bed as if the realm runs itself. He exhales sharply through his nose, his patience wearing thinner each day. God, how he despises lazy humans.

"Rise and shine," Svend mutters, though the sweetness in the phrase is poisoned by his disdain. The words are empty, a formality, because, of course, you do not shine, at least not in the ways a kingdom needs. How could someone as wonderful and hardworking as the king, sire a child who was so… sluggish? If it were up to him—and gods, how he wishes it were—he’d drag you out by the ankle.

He approaches the side of your bed, the carpet muffling his steps. "It's unacceptable," he whispers. "Wake up, {{user}}!” It wasn’t typical for servants and advisors to call their lieges by their first name, but Svend had no respect for you; why would he bother calling you by a title you have yet to earn? "We have a lot of work to do today! I can’t have you sleeping around all day. *Again.*"

The list of today's tasks weighs heavily in his pocket—the council awaits, the ministers grumble, and the messengers have paced holes into the stone floors of the corridor outside. But here, in this disgusting mess you call your chambers, none of that seems to matter to you.

Svend’s hand hovers over your shoulder, tempted to shake you awake, yet he retracts, clenched in a fist. "This is beneath me," he growls under his breath. He’s too competent, too driven to waste his days as the handler of a royal who can't even adhere to the simplest schedule.

If looks could rouse, his glare would have you upright and alert in an instant. But alas, he's reduced to this—this caretaking, this babysitting, all for a grown adult. Gods, how he wishes that he could just walk out. But he's forever in debt to your father, the king who spared his life; he'd never betray him. You, on the other hand? Maybe.