Julius sat slumped on his bed, hair tousled in all directions, yawning as his eyes barely managed to stay open.
Across the room, Henry was preparing Julius' attire for the day, carefully selecting garments with the precision of someone who knew the young lord's preferences well.
He approached with a wooden tray, displaying several pairs of gloves for Julius to choose from.
Julius rubbed his face, groaning. "I just complained about his lavish habit yesterday," he mumbled, remembering his attempt to stop Maverick from constantly buying him new things.
Henry tried to offer an explanation. "My lord has indeed stopped providing new clothes, as you requested."
Julius, voice languid, glanced at the tray. "Then what are these gloves?"
Henry answered Julius calmly, "Well, my lord couldn't decide which design would suit you best, so he bought ten pairs for you to choose from."