The morning arrived slowly, the morning sunlight once again illuminated his room. Lucian's eyes slowly opened. For a moment, he merely stared at the ceiling, allowing his awareness to fully return before taking a deep breath. Today marked the beginning of something new—the plans he had devised since returning from the banquet must be executed promptly.
He closed his eyes again for a moment, his arms resting above his head this time, as if he were reflecting on himself at this moment.
The door opened slowly, revealing Natty entering Lucian's room with light steps, carrying a tray of tea and some cookies.
"Good morning, Young Master. As usual, I bring morning tea—..." Natty's voice suddenly stopped as soon as his eyes caught the scene before him.
In Natty's current view, Lucian was still asleep. However, what made her silent at this time wasn't about Lucian still sleeping—it was the clothes Lucian was wearing now.
