The morning air was crisp as Morgana swept into Alaric's room, her presence commanding as always. She pulled the heavy curtains apart, flooding the room with sunlight that fell in soft beams across the dark furnishings. Alaric stirred beneath the blankets, groaning softly at the sudden brightness.
"Up, Alaric," Morgana said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You're getting married in just days. It's time you started behaving like the head of this estate."
Alaric sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Grandma, it's barely dawn. Can't I have a little more time?"
"No," Morgana replied, her lips curving into a wry smile. "Marriage isn't just about love, my dear—it's about discipline, responsibility, and presentation. Now, get dressed and meet me downstairs. Your relatives are already filling the hall, and we have much to do."
