"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty." Rain kissed Lyre's cute lips. "It's time to rise and shine, the day is still bright."
Lyre groaned.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to eat breakfast?"
And right on cue, Clar knocked on the door.
"Brother, it's time for breakfast!"
"Tell mother we will be down in a few." Rain shook Lyre, who had his face turned, to escape the shouts.
"Rain? What are you doing in Lyre's room?" Clar furrowed his brows. "It's too early for you to run a bath for him." She tried the nob and found the door to be locked. "Why is the door always locked when you are in there with my brother?"
"It's none of your business, smart mouth. Go and tell mother what I asked you to."
"No. I won't leave until you tell me what you are doing in my brother's room so Early in the morning!"
"I'm resting." Rain yawned. "Go ahead and do what I asked. I will wake your brother."
"Tell him what I said!" Clar raced through the corridors, to tell the mother what Rain said.
