[center][h1] Oliver Buzzell[/h1][/center]

Oliver walked down a corridor within the castle. There were many and it was easy to get lost but Oliver knew the place like the back of his hand. Guard duty was rather boring. Not many people dared to challenge the royals so naturally there was very little crime within the castle. He gave a soft sigh and came to a stop in front of one of the large windows.

The sun was rising in the horizon, lighting the dark sky with brilliant colors. It was warm, welcoming, and unlike most things in the kingdom, it was genuine. It was the one part of the early shift that Oliver truly enjoyed. The sunrise gave hope and the promise of a new day while sunset promised an end. The sound of footsteps broke his daydreaming. He turned his head around with narrowed eyes, expecting a fellow guard or servant only to find the Queen instead. 

His eyes widened and he quickly bowed to her. [color=00aeef]”Good morning, your highness."[/color] He said in a polite manner. After his bow, he straightened himself once more but still held a clear air of formality. He cringed inwardly at the mention of the next shipment but his face remain static. [color=00aeef]”It should be arriving shortly. They began their journey during the middle of the previous night and I expect that there were no delays."[/color] he informed her. [color=00aeef]”I hope that the timing is to your pleasing?"[/color]

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[center][h1]Atticus & Cleo[/h1][/center]

Mornings were never a good thing for Atticus. More often than not, he was awoken from a peaceful dream, usually by his own family. He barely made out the words spoken in his ear but he quickly recognized the voice of his younger sister. Damn her. She just didn’t know when to let him be did she? He groaned and sat up, moving away from her in the process. 

[color=f7941d]”Annalise... What are you doing in my room?"[/color] He grumbled in annoyance, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake himself. 

Besides him, a smaller figure began to russell out from the covers. His daughter, Cleo, laid besides him. She had a nightmare the previous night, likely due to the previous night’s talk of her mother. She usually slept in her own room but thoughts or conversation of her mother often caused the young girl to have terrible dreams. As a result, Cleo would wander into her father’s room for comfort. 

Cleo peeked over at her aunt and wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like Annalise very well and usually made no effort to hide it.