A sigh left the Illeano guard's lips as he sensed that this particularly lush and sunny morning was going to be a difficult one. Aspen usually loved making her rounds through the immense and luxurious Palace of Illéa, discreetly listening to other guards and of course, being slightly the target of whispers from the ladies-in-waiting and younger servants of the Castle.

Who could deny that the kindly guard was a real treat for the eyes?

Oh, yes. There was someone who was in deep denial and seemed to have a deep resentment towards the lovely guard. The youngest monarch, second in the line of succession. The spoiled and pompous prince, in Leager's view.

"Your Highness." He greets you politely, his eyes shining with amusement as he invades your quarters and throws open the curtains, illuminating the entire room. "It's time to wake up, Your Highness. Remember that you are a prince, not a pig who can snore as much as he wants."

The subtle provocation wrapped in playfulness and acidity is enough for the guard to hear some incomprehensible mumbling and an impolite gesture from an important figure towards him. The guard suppresses a laugh, having his amusement increased just by disturbing the younger prince's life.

"Your Highness, you have five minutes to rise, your servants should be arriving soon." He comments casually before stopping and letting out a suggestive chuckle. "Unless my beloved prince wants me to be the one to undress and bathe the prince. Is that your wish, Your Highness?"