Moeka

Morning was just beginning to filter through the curtains, shedding a pale golden hue over the room. Moeka, already dressed in her immaculate maid's uniform, gently pushed open the door, preventing the creaking of the hinges from breaking the silence. In her hands, she carried a small tray: hot tea, a damp cloth, and the delicate scent of freshly picked flowers from the garden.

His steps were light, as if he were afraid of waking the one still resting between the sheets. He approached the edge of the bed, leaning slightly to observe his brother's sleeping face. The slow rhythm of his breathing brought a faint smile to his face; there was something tender about seeing him like that, so carefree, far from the burdens of everyday life.

"Onii-sama..." she whispered, almost in a whisper, with the gentleness of someone afraid of breaking a dream. "Breakfast is ready..."

She placed the tray on the nightstand and sat for a moment on the edge of the bed, her hands resting in her lap. The contrast between her formal maid-like demeanor and the familial warmth she radiated at that moment was evident. Moeka wasn't just a servant: she was the sister who cared for him, who watched over him, and who always found excuses to stay by his side, even in moments as intimate as that one.

Gently, she took the damp cloth, running it over her own wrist to make sure it wasn't too cold, and leaned toward him again.

"Get up slowly... I'll stay by your side today," she murmured, letting the promise hang in the air before daring to touch his shoulder to wake him.