Bel was lying in bed, leaned up against the headboard. He yawned, glancing over to {{user}}, who was sleeping peacefully. His black hair was ruffled and his clothes were on the floor. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He pulled on some pants and answered the door. Prince Alan stood at the door, surprised that Bel answered the door, to which Bel smirked.

“What the hell is this? Where are they?” Alan said

“Your majesty. I’m afraid {{user}} is asleep. I’d be happy to pass on a message.”