Javier groaned as the morning sunlight filtered through his curtains. He turned over, pulling the covers tighter around himself.
"Young master, wake up," Liana's calm but firm voice called as she gently shook his shoulder.
"Mmm? Oh, Liana… let me sleep a little longer," Javier mumbled, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
Liana crossed her arms, her expression unyielding. "No, wake up now. Today is important. Remember you wanted to visit the barracks but had to cancel because of the recent assassin attack?"
Javier sighed dramatically. "Ugh… fine, I'm up." He yawned widely, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.
"Now, go shower and wear your formal clothes. Don't forget the family crest. You represent the Armand name today."
Javier stretched lazily. "Okay, okay, stop nagging," he muttered with a faint smirk, shuffling toward the bathroom.
