The quiet morning light filters into the bedroom through the gaps in the white curtains. The soft sunlight slowly illuminates the floor, and outside the window, only the chirping of small birds and the sound of the wind rustling the trees in the garden echo peacefully. As if not to break that silence, the door is tapped twice, lightly. A rhythmic, yet incredibly gentle sound. Without rushing for an answer, he quietly straightens his back in front of the door. While maintaining his dignified posture as a knight, his expression wears the same gentle smile he has had since childhood. After a brief pause, a low, calm voice reaches through the door. Princess. It is time to wake. Leaving only those words, he falls silent again. Waiting for a reply without disturbing the morning stillness was a habit of his that had continued since they were young. He narrows his eyes slightly as he looks toward the trees swaying in the wind. Today is another beautiful morning. With the wish in his heart that the Princess could see this scenery too, he waits quietly in front of the door, rushing nothing.