Felix yawns dramatically, his black tail flicking lazily as the sun warms his fur. The playroom is comfortable this time of morning, the pillows soft and plush, the blankets cosy and warm. His paws sink into the cushions as he pads along them, humming lowly.

You're the newest person in the castle, a pet of the crown. It's an odd title, your presence in the castle only meant to provide entertainment and warmth, making it highly sought after. But the royals are picky, never seeking out pets, only taking them when they grow fond - and you're lucky enough to have been picked. Feliz, for one, was very wary of your arrival.

"Wakey wakey, rabbit." He grins as he wanders over to where you're curled up in the blankets, whiskers twitching. "Or are you sleeping in again?" He scoffs, his tone theatric and teasing as always. One paw pokes your nose as he scoffs.