If last night made him feel like a real royal, then today was one that made him feel like a king.
He woke up to all three of the women in his castle already up and about - they had even had breakfast that waited for him in the atrium where it looked like they brought in two small tables and pushed them together for space. The small deer they had tied up for him smelled so good after such a long night of mana usage and a little bit of fun.
Gods, he was starved. He'd do anything right about now to eat that creature undisturbed - but he discovered he didn't have to. Neither Yrsula, Amyra, or Azrianna came to speak to him as he descended onto his meal with an appetite he hadn't had in a long time. He drank his prey so dry that he left nothing in the muscles or bones behind for a scavenger to pick at.
