Misha
I woke up this morning before Gene could enter my room. Usually, he is the one who wakes me up. Although I wasn't excited about going out with my cousins, I couldn't sleep anymore. Every second counts, so I need to make the most of my time outside the castle
"I don't sleep in that often," I argue.
Gene muffles a chuckle.
"Yes. Whatever you say, your highness." Gene rolls his eyes and brings in my breakfast.
After quickly devouring some bacon and eggs, I finished my breakfast with an apple. Gene had laid out my clothes, as he usually does. However, I ignored the clothes waiting for me on the bed and strolled into my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. Gene was visibly angry as he put away the rejected clothes.
"You are aware of your new status, correct?" Gene asks as he takes the hoodie I picked out of my hand and returns it.
"Yes. I'm aware." I growl in response.