Garadaine slowly became aware of what was going around him as he drifted from his deep sleep.  Familiar voices filled the room, and he struggled to open his heavy eyelids to put faces to them.  As he finally sat up from his chair, Queen Alyia walked over to him and knelt at his side, placing her hand on his.
    “Good morning!  It looks like you slept well,” she smiled.
    “Very,” Garadaine stretched out his arms pushing through the stiffness he felt throughout his body.
    “Good morning my Prince,” Kullvox addressed him.  Garadaine looked up at the knight and nodded once, smiling.  Drakon and Masark were both in the room as well, discussing something at the dining table. 
    “Would you like some breakfast?” his mother asked, standing up before him.  Garadaine nodded again, looking up at her.  He groaned out of his chair in the great hall of Halcyon Castle, stretching all of his limbs, shaking the sleep out of them.        “You probably would like to talk to me about last night,” Garadaine looked over at Kullvox, scratching the back of his head and neck.
    “Please, Sire,” Kullvox smirked.