Drabble One: Royal mornings.
I lay comfortably in my soft silk bed, loving the warmth my dog, William, gave off. My eyes were closed as another one of Walter's stories of my mother ran through my head. This one was when she beheaded the bandit, Thag. I was so comfortable I didn't hear my butler, Jasper, walk into the room. He drew the curtons but I didn't move. I was too deep asleep. He let out a sigh then drew in a breath and yelled.
"M'lady! I dare say you must rise!"
I sat up alarmed. I tried to get up and grab my nearby sword, Walter told me to keep it in case of danger, then my face met the floor. I didn't bother trying to get up as I heard Jasper's stifled laugh.
And people say being a princess is easy.