Snippet #1206494

Phran had been up for a long time before he heard the bustling of the house staff. He'd always woken up long before them and it upset him to know that if he had really wanted to he could have finished all he wanted done before any of them even opened their eyes. It was at those moments that he wondered if he should just fire them all and keep Leora because she was the only one who was up long before him. Though he couldn't hear her he knew she was up doing something either for herself or him in the early hours of the morning.

So when she stopped outside his door he pulled the covers up higher to hide his face as she walked in. He liked it when she 'woke' him up because he knew that she was well aware that he was faking. Keeping up appearances was something the male was a big fan of and he enjoyed that she played along everyday without pause. The smell of green tea made his mouth water and he knew that right next to that tea would be a delicious pastry hand made by Leora herself.

A hand on his shoulder and a gentle voice coaxing him into reality forced him to move and push himself into a seated position. Phran rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand and smiled a little. "The tea smells delicious," he muttered as he waited for her to pour it out for him. He was pleased to see that she looked nearly immaculate this morning; he was going through a looking good morning.