The once pitch-black bedroom was now flooded in rude sunlight. Someone had the audacity to not only draw the heavy drapes wide open, but to do so rather loudly. A cleared throat later, and a familiar voice said, “Highness. Your Mother and Father require, er, your presence. And, immediately, if you please.”<br/><br/>A heavily exaggerated sigh from the prone figure in bed later, and he actually managed, “Must it be so early, Bernard?” Another clearing of his valet’s throat, and Bernard replied, “Highness, it is a quarter past 10.” Orion Lancaster’s second sigh of the morning was one of annoyance, as he stated, “I have told you time and again, Bernard, to quit calling me that.” A slight bow was followed by, “Of course, high-, er, Orion.”<br/><br/>The prince succeeded in at least sitting up. “Do you know what they want?” Bernard shook his head, answering, “I do not.” Orion noticed the clothes draped over both his valet’s arms. Shaking his head with a smirk, he nodded at the foot of his bed, “You can leave my clothes there, Bernard. I think I know how to dress myself.” A protest was clearly on the tip of his tongue, but with a simple look from the prince, he bowed and said, “Very well. I will see you downstairs.”<br/><br/>With his clothes for the day on his bed, and the click of a closed door later, Prince Orion plopped back onto the bed. The blinding sunlight, however, would not allow him a return to slumber.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="822" data-username="@Jennaguitar16" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/822/">@Jennaguitar16</a>