Remday, Sylph-decan. ND20XX
6:04 AM.
Grand Chokmah.
Imperial Palace.
The Emperor's Chambers.
The sunlight filtered in through the curtains in thin beams, illuminating patches of carpet, furniture, and sunbathing rappigs. In the bed lie the Emperor, conscious, but trying very hard to pretend he was still asleep. He kept his eyes shut, and hadn't moved more than was required to rub his face. He didn't want to wake up. He didn't want to get up and start the tiring business of running an Empire. He wanted to sleep in, and possibly have one more go with the beauty who had shared his bed that night. The beauty was lying face-down, an arm lazily draped over Emperor Peony's middle, blankets pulled up to the shoulder. Long hair, fanned out over the blankets, hid the beauty's face, making identification difficult.
Peony lie there, feeling the warmth of his partner's body against his own, for what hardly seemed long enough when the door knocked. He groaned, rubbed his eyes, and opened them.
"What do you want?" he groaned. The door opened, and a young blond man tiptoed into the room.
"Your Majesty, you've got a council meeting in an hour." Gailardia said. "Don't you think you should be getting out of –" Guy's eyes grew wide in fear as he spotted the other body in the bed, and feared the worst.
"I'm s-sorry... I d-didn't know you were… were…"
"Alright, alright... I'm getting up." Peony spoke up, sparing Guy from completing his sentence. The 'beauty' beside him groaned. It seemed the beauty didn't like their sleep being interrupted. Guy backed up a step, turned to leave, and then froze. Scattered atop the table and chairs in front of him were various articles of clothing; the haute-couture-casual outfit that Peony had worn the previous day. Included among them were various pieces of a crisp teal military uniform. It was fairly generic, except for the distinctive belt that lie on the table. Guy spun on his heels and did a double-take at the figure lying with Peony in his bed.
"Colonel?!?"