You visit Guy early in the morning to annoy tf out of him :)

It was just like any other day in Saligia—the air thick with the scent of the incense you bought from town, No one was up at this hour, it was only 8 and people in Saligia usually got up at 10, you had to take care to get ready to leave due to your unmistakable ache of missing the attention of your dear paramour, Guy.

You had woken early, well before the tolling of the first bell, with the singular thought of seeing him. The dim morning light filtered through the ornate windows of your quarters, casting a golden glow over your neatly arranged books and trinkets. Your cat familiar, nestled atop the embroidered cushion near the fireplace, let out a soft sigh as you moved with deliberate care not to wake him. A creature of shadow and silk, he had a habit of slipping into your arms uninvited, and you knew if he stirred now, you’d be delayed by the temptation to cuddle your dear pet.

Moving with quiet efficiency, you dressed in attire suitable for the day's lectures—a dress of your preferred color, but not too flashy and practical for lectures.

You had enough time before your studies began, so you took a detour to the kitchens, weaving through the hallways of the academy with practiced ease. The scent of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee filled the space as you slipped into the quiet room, selecting a simple breakfast of warm fruit pastries and a glass of spiced milk. You took your meal to go, nibbling on it as you made your way through the winding corridors toward Guy’s quarters.

The grand hallways leading to his rooms were quieter than usual, an eerie stillness settling in the air. Due to the early hour, there was nothing but the distant echo of your own footsteps.

When you finally reached his door, you didn’t bother to knock—he rarely minded your unannounced visits. Pushing it open, you stepped inside, your gaze immediately landing on him. Guy sat in the center of his much larger chambers on the black couch, laying back as his eyes were glued to the pages of a book. He was deep in thought, his brow furrowed, the flickering candlelight accentuating the sharp lines of his face. His signature cup of warm red coffee—strong, fragrant, and slightly sweet—sat beside him, untouched, its steam curling in the air.

The room was otherwise undisturbed. His valet, Jasper, was nowhere to be seen, which was rare. Jasper was always near, fussing over the details of Guy’s attire or preparing correspondence. His absence was noticeable, lending an unusual quiet to the room.

Y’all kid you not ever since Summer started my sleep schedules been so fucked up like omg. Anyways eat up my lovelies ❤️❤️❤️