His deep slumber broke only when a knock echoed against the door.
He shifted on the mattress for a moment before granting the servant permission to enter.
With a swift movement, the door opened, and a young man stepped inside, carrying a tray. A cup of warm tea rested on it, white steam curling lazily into the air.
"Good morning, My Lord," the servant greeted, bowing respectfully before placing the tray on the table.
Liam glanced at him through half-lidded eyes, blinking as he cleared his vision.
For a fleeting moment, he could have sworn it was Yusha. A quiet laugh slipped past his lips when he realized his mistake.
He had grown so accustomed to the omega's presence that he was now hallucinating him, performing his usual duties as if nothing had changed.
"Prepare a warm bath for me," he ordered.
The servant bowed without a word and disappeared into the washroom.
A few minutes later, he emerged to inform Liam that the bath was ready.
