A static melody could be heard resonating from the gramophone inside Nicholas's study; as usual, the Lord had already awoken to the morning chorus of birds and was now prepping himself for breakfast. Unlike the majority of the household, who needed prompting to get out of bed, Nicholas was almost always up and awake at an ungodly hour. It was during these moments that he preferred to be left alone; lost in thought over trivial matters that needn't concern others. However, this moment of contemplation was brief, having been disrupted by the usual morning commotion of people walking back and forth, hastily preparing themselves for breakfast.

Sighing, Nicholas would finish adjusting the collar of his shirt prior slipping on his fitted, tailor-made waistcoat. "[color=7bcdc8]I suppose it's about time I greet the others.[/color]" He'd mumble to no one in particular before opening up the door to his study, and proceeding to make his way downstairs to the breakfast table.