“Probably for the best,” she agreed as the servant retreated. If it was one thing she hated about staying in the castle, it was that the servants went by the king's schedule, not whenever happened to be sane and reasonable. And if the servants thought she was up early, it was a bad sign. It must be the very crack of dawn. She eventually extricated herself from the bed and went through her ablutions, coming to the mirror of the dresser, her claw falling upon the hat that denoted her new office.