On this morning of mornings Ferdinand woke with the same
excitement for life he did every morning. He crawled out of his bed and
stretched his body in two different directions as if it was being torn apart.
The sun had already started to change hues in the western skies with its early
light as he walked quietly down a long hallway to his servant’s quarters.
Laronicus Lemonald was found sleeping soundly like he was every morning.
Ferdinand leapt into the air and crashed onto the bed next to Laronicus.
“Get up! Get up! It is time to get up!”
Incomprehensible moans and groans were muffled by the
blankets that still covered his face. Ferdinand smiled widely as he rolled off
the bed and onto his feet. Laronicus remained motionless and seemingly unaware
of what was about to happen. He sat up and let the blanket fall from his face
just in time to see Ferdinand’s feet lift off of the ground. His hands were
still underneath the blankets and so he was helpless when the weight of his
king fell upon him.
“You are a childish king! Get off of me fool!” Laronicus
exclaimed
“Get up! Get up! It is time to get up!” Ferdinand retorted
“I cannot get up because you are on top of me.” Laronicus
said irritably
“Get up! Get up! It is time to get up!” Ferdinand said
mockingly
“Alright, it is your fault should
you get hurt.” Laronicus stated firmly
Ferdinand smiled widely as he rolled off the bed and onto
his feet again. The cold from the night lingered in the air. Goosebumps rose on
Laronicus’ skin as he threw his blankets to the side. A chilly embrace sent a
shiver down his spine.
He wiggled his toes and fingers in a feeble attempt to warm
himself. What little movement he was awake enough to attempt was not enough to
compensate for the morning temperature. The closest pair of pants was picked up
and smelled for freshness. Loud crashes and noises could be heard in the
kitchen where his master had already wandered off to. It would only be a matter
of time before Ferdinand hurt himself so Laronicus hurried to find him.
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