“ Oh mon Dieu... has our future Monarch decided they want to sleep in? Mais non non..as much as I’d love to let you sleep in, ma chère plume d'or, I have to make sure you’re cleansed and ready for your morning meal…then we’ll dress you and get you fed!” Rook was kneeling at your bed side, his arms resting on your plush blanket with his signature smile on his face and a slight flush from being next to his beloved beauty.