Early in the morning the next day, Valentine lay in his bed, napping with his arms wrapped around the pillow his head was resting against.
A sudden knock came at his door, and he groaned, blinking his left eye open.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Adam," Adam responded.
Valentine crumpled his face, annoyed. "Come in."
Adam opened the door and walked into the room. He approached the bed and bowed to Valentine with his hand on his chest.
"Young master, please get up."
"Why?" Valentine grumbled onto the pillow.
Adam sighed, exhausted.
"Young master, you know that it's time for breakfast. Your family is already at the pavilion. His Majesty will be really angry with you if you do not leave now," he explained.
Valentine blinked, raising his head. "Oh. I forgot." He quickly got down from the bed and slipped his feet into his shoes.
