A message to you my beloved

When Kovit opened his eyes, the face of the good-looking butler near him jostled him awake, the bright room accompanied by the strong scent of breakfast not far from his bed sobered him up.

"Good morning, Your Highness."

Kovit covered his eyes with his arms as he inhaled an aromatic scent around him before, reluctantly cracking his eyes open, squinting at the sudden brightness of the room.

"Your breakfast is ready, Your Highness," the butler calmly did his job even without a proper answer from his master.

"Pablo?"

"He's still missing, Your Highness."

Kovit blinked languidly. Clumsily, Kovit pushed himself up from the bed, blinking hard against the heavy sensation in his head. Last night, he had a couple more drinks than he intended with his subjects, so even the simple act of sitting up took more energy than usual.