Damian woke on his own, the light shining through the cracks of his closed curtains. He sits up and stretches, rubbing his messy hair and looking around. One of the many perks of being a nobleman is being able to wake up at any time of the day. The other, being very very related, is not having to work. He yawns into his hand and turns to his left. He pulls a string suspending from the wall, and throughout the house, a small bell jingles. That was the bell for his maid. His maid was part of a family that has served his family, the Cavendish, for generations. The family has produced many well known and famous butlers and maids. The Cavendish and their servants almost go hand in hand in conversation, and had they the desire, the servants could probably become a noble family of their own. However, serving the Cavendish family has become somewhat of a family pride of theirs. Damian buries his face back into his pillow. He'll get up when she gets here. There's no reason to sit up and wait.