It was a bright and early morning in Limbo, the smell of pancakes and sausage wafting down the quiet halls of the castle.

Charles, always an early bird (pun very much intended), was humming a soft tune to himself while tending to a sizzling pain in the royal kitchen as he made breakfast for his family. It was one of the things he loved doing whenever he rose before his wife; surprising her and their children with a tasty meal to wake up to.