A sharp buzzing sound filled the air as Karl's alarm clock vibrated violently against his nightstand. With a groggy grunt, he slapped at his phone, silencing the noise. His eyes cracked open to the blurry sight of the time.
7:45 AM.
He blinked twice.
Then groaned.
"Ugh… already?"
Before he could lament the morning further, his phone's screen flickered to life with an all-too-familiar aristocratic tone.
"Good morning, My Lord."
Karl squinted at the screen, where Chilie Jean stood in all her regal arrogance, her hands elegantly folded in front of her. Today, she wore a deep crimson dress, her golden locks flowing like she'd just walked out of a historical drama.
"You again?"
Karl tossing his blanket aside as he dragged himself out of bed. His hair was a mess, his body still heavy with sleep, but he had no time to indulge in laziness.
