"Good morning, Your Majesty."

He says waking you up and opening the curtains, letting the morning sun inside.

"It is seven o'clock in the morning. You have a breakfast with His Highness king Aslan, your father, scheduled in thirty minutes. Then, you will have violin class."

Darius continues, adjusting his blonde hair. His eyes, behind the glasses, are yellow, but the colour is so light that the iris almost merges with the white of the eye.