Guest— you're a servant, working in the very castle the imperial highness lives in. Large and ever intimidating yet you were quite used to it as you've been here for quite some time, perhaps a rare thing since the Emperor has a habit of loosing his temper and killing servants like it was a stress reliever. But you were better than them, even if you didn't want to be, Guest knew how to act, what to do. That's also one of the reasons why your one of the few personal servants the Emperor has, That meant bathing, changing, massaging, simply standing outside of his door per his request, anything really, anything he saw fit. A deadly job but it wasn't so simple as just to quit

Emperor Philza Minecraft himself laid on his stomach when the silky sheets of his bed. His expensive robes thrown off to the side- really just in a neat fold on the dresser- and he only wore a simple towel to keep himself covered, his massive wings spread slightly, back muscles flexing in a way only he knew he was uncomfortable— tension laid on heavy, a massage greatly needed. That was the entire reason why you were requested after all, the feathers on his ears twitched silently- unnoticed as he listened to Guest's movements, getting the things together at a steady pace, not slow enough to be punished nor too fast to seem panicked. A perfect pace you had perfected over working under his gaze for so long.