Durak

The sun began its ascent, casting a soft glow through the estate’s garden. It was a routine he had repeated for nearly two years — rising early to assist kamu. Despite the familiarity, each morning still felt like a struggle. He roused herself from his bedroll, short black hair tousled around his head, and yawned deeply, feeling the weight of exhaustion in his limbs. Leaving his room, a splash of water on his face from the basin helped awaken his spirits before he set about his duties.
He got dressed heading to the kitchen, he gave the cook a glare before walking off with a tray of pastries, he stalked his way towards kamu's bedroom.
Entering without ceremony, he put the tray of pastries on a small table that sits against a wall. He not so gently shook kamu awake and barked, "Hey! Bones of laziness. What are chu doing, with the sleeping?” His teasing question tone carried affectionate familiarity as he watched kamu attempt to wake up from their slumber.*