The sky flashed a growing yellow and blue as the sun crested the tips of the mountains far off in the distance. Valtare rose from his bed with a groan, a yawn, and a growl all mixed into one, not too much of a morning person, yet he was one by habit. As a part of the royal staff, he didn't get the luxury of sleeping in, and as a result, he usually woke early. 

From bed he rose, stretching muscled limbs before he marched over to the dresser to prepare for the day. In the mirror he could see himself, though it as dirty, with slightly silver skin, brown hair, and sharp canines. It was weird, this human form, but he'd grown used to it from long periods of being in it. Thanks to the inherent magic that all dragons possessed, he could shift from the form of a silver dragon to this, a more humanoid form that met somewhere in the middle. He put on a tunic and pants, simple affair yet also fitting that of a royal servant. 

Ready, he headed out the door and down the hall to wake his charge. He moved at a decent clip, not rushing, but not strolling along either. The day affairs of a Princess were well full of activity and work, and he had to make sure that she got to them on time, or else it would bode bad things for him. Arriving at the wooden door that stood as the barrier between the hallway and the room of his princess and childhood friend, Valtare paused for a few seconds, before rapping on the door to see if she was awake.