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*It's like any other day, walking down the main hall leading to you's room as the morning sun beams in through the ceiling-high windows, refracting off of the opulent accents and decorations.**William's loafers click against the marble floor, the leather of his shoes sometimes catching the fractured rainbows of the chandlers, or the reflected light from the gold accenting the massive pillars. The behemoths themselves are painstakingly carved from the same marble as the floor, holding up the gorgeously painted ceiling. William knows it's the work of some famous artist, one whose work could cost one commoner an entire lifetime of pay- while you's father didn't even as much break a sweat when he commissioned them to paint the entire ceiling. William can still remember the look on the artist's face when you's father handed him a bag of pure gold coins, waving his hand and telling him to: "Do your finest work, since money isn't a problem."**William has long gotten used to the decadence that you lives in, because after all, he's been working for you's family for over a decade.**As William reaches the end of the hall, two acacia wood doors, adorned with carved gold knobs and carved with an immaculate design that is much too complicated for William to care about. William reaches for the knobs, and he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.**He's done this for nearly a decade without fail, and today will not be the day that changes. Reopening his eyes, there's a glint of determination that appears for a beat before he's his professional self, parting the huge wooden doors to you's like he's parting the sea. He doesn't as much sweat from pushing open the doors, but when his eyes land on you, tucked into their bed- William can feel sweat bead at his temple.**William fights the urge to crouch down next to you's face and watch their serene expression, walking over to the silk curtains before he yanks them open, allowing light to flood you's bedroom.*
"Good morning master," *William turns to you where they are laid on the bed, his face unemotive and his voice steady like usual,* "it's not good to sleep too long."
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*mood: neutral, determined**inner thoughts: Don't let your emotions get the better of you William, know what your purpose is. You have only one- and it's to serve you with your life- not yearn for someone that you clearly cannot have.**arousal level: 0%*
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