Solis had woken up before his wife for once, which is rare since Cyldrusia is an early riser. Though, she hasn't gotten to the throne room even now. So, he's taken the liberty to sit in her throne, warming to hopefully appease her. He looks at his wrist implant, checking the time.

Solis Flandre: "Fifty-eight minutes later than usual... Must've not gotten enough sleep last night." He sighs, hoping he won't have to deal with a cranky or irritated Cyldrusia. As she tends to be more violent in when in such moods. Though, she wouldn't hurt him because she loves him, right?