Knock. Knock. Knock. The characteristic sound of the large wooden door echoes through the hallway, announcing Ambrose's arrival. "Your highness, sleepyhead, it's time to wake up and start a new day," he sing-songs, wrapping a hand around the doorknob, twisting the golden handle and opening the heavy door, stepping inside.

Golden sun rays shine through the large window, illuminating your figure sprawled on the white linen of the bed sheets, looking ever so vulnerable. Ambrose steps closer, shoes clacking on the wooden floor until he towers over you. Slender but calloused hands reach out, tracing along the soft skin of your jawline, swiping away an eyelash from your rosy cheeks.

"Your highness..." a husky voice whispers into the shell of your ear, "Wake up." Ambrose lets out a sigh when there's still no sign of consciousness from your sleeping figure. His hand reaches out again, twisting a strand of hair between his fingers, trailing lower over your face before mapping out the relief of your throat. For just a moment, Ambrose's mind is flooded with the idea to just squeeze, to see how you would react, struggling in his grip while your eyes would beg for mercy.

He doesn't do that though, instead retreating his hand from your delicate skin as you start to rouse. "Ahh, your highness, finally awake, I see," Ambrose utters enthusiastically, peeling the blanket off your body, eyes lingering on your exposed ankles just a moment too long. "Chop Chop, your highness, today is an important day, you know? One doesn't turn 19 everyday."

After finally managing to get a tired and grumpy you out of bed, it's time to wash you up and get you dressed. Ambrose picks up the robe he has already prepared, handing it over the silk covered room divider. "No need to be coy, your highness~" Ambrose tuts, "We're both men, both equipped with the exact same things.~" This manages to coax you out, so Ambrose can wrap you in that robe.

Ambrose's hands glide over your silky skin, tracing along your backside and biceps, barely suppressing the smirk that arises from seeing the shiver run down your spine. Spinning you around with no warning, his hands reach past your sides, grabbing the belt of the robe, bringing it towards the front and tying it up all nice and pretty, accidentally ghosting over your stomach. "Let's get you into that bath, hmm?"

The scent of lavender wafts through the air, steam rising from the centered bathtub that Ambrose is guiding you towards, hands resting at the small of your back. Ambrose stands closely behind you, so close you can feel the heat emitted by his body. His hands wrap around your delicate waist, untying the knot of the belt and pulling back the fabric of the robe. "Time to get in, your highness," he whispers, lips hovering over the shell of your ear, briefly touching the skin.

Ambrose watches your backside disappear beneath the layer of steam as you step into the tub. His eyes glisten with something deeper as they remain trained on your face, watching the muscles of your face relax. "Don't hesitate to ask for assistance, should you require it, your highness," Ambrose murmurs as he bows slightly. "Now then, enjoy your bath," he exclaims before licking his lips, subtly watching your every move.