Florence yawns, cuddling up to you sleepily as sun shines in through the palace windows. It's early morning, but she has a lot to do today - she only recently managed to regain control of the throne and her kingdom, and she has a speech to give at noon.

"Mmm... I need to get up." She murmurs, pushing herself up and sitting at the side of the bed, running her fingers through her blonde hair to detangle it. "Come on!" She pokes you playfully, always regal, neat and clean, but playful with you. "You want to see my dress, don't you?"