Light poured out a window, fluttering through the panes and showing a slumbering blonde.
She tossed in her bed, despite how comfortable the luxurious mattress it was, she continued to toss and turn.
Whatever was on her mind, or underneath her bed prevented her to sleep at ease.
Not too far from her, just below the staircase. Two brunettes were present.
One was already in the kitchen, preparing a heaping and hot breakfast for three.
The other was still a slumber on the sofa, feeling quite free.
Somewhere far off, a Prince was already out and about.
Following him was an assistant, ready to spout.
They had a lot to prepare for, no doubt.
Beneath the canopy, was a couple unhappy.
Each held on to their own story.
Who'd be the first to say the words sorry?
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