Thirty-four. This room had thirty-four ceiling tiles.

Now, there were much better things Rab could've been doing with his morning. He prided himself on waking early and fulfilling his duties for Brennin, the King. But he didn't have to do that anymore, at least not as much. For he and Brennin were now husbands to the same woman. To the Queen of Hearts the the original Alice foretold.

So he was trying out doing nothing in the morning. Chesh did it often enough, it couldn't be that hard. But was only 8am and he was already growing restless. White ears twitched impatiently, until the picked up on something. His wife's breathing changed.

"So Her Majesty awakens," he said in a low, smooth voice. Scarlet eyes moved from the ceiling to the mop of tangled hair resting on his chest.

She lifted her head, smiling drowsily, "Rab."

No one had ever been so delighted to see him.

Rab smiled ruefully, "There's my sunny girl."