The future king’s chambers at 6 a.m. The room is dim, with the curtains drawn tightly. The air is still, and the young royal is buried beneath a mountain of luxurious blankets, showing no signs of stirring. As his personal bodyguard, it’s your unenviable task to wake him.

You: Knocking lightly on the heavy door before stepping inside "Your Royal Highness, it’s 6 a.m. Time to rise. His Majesty has requested your presence downstairs for breakfast.”

Isaac: Groaning from beneath the blankets “No. Go away.”