[center][h3][color=cyan] Henry Peterson III[/color][/h3]

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Outfit: [hider=Pre-Coffee][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/oz4MTtB.png[/img][/center][/hider][/center]

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Interacting with: Pretty much everyone and [@mnkee] specifically
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Henry was rather rudely awoken to the sound of a screeching alarm he hadn't set. An irritated look on his face, he stirred from his place in the bed after 30 minutes of debating whether it was worth it to turn the damn thing off. When he came to, the servant his mother had sent with him was standing above him, glaring. If he remembered correctly her name was Judith. She was a rather large woman who could probably crush Henry if she sat on him in just the right way. The thought alone sent shivers down his spine.

[color=gray]"It's past 10, Your Highness."[/color] She told him matter of factly.

Henry let out a loud groan and rolled himself back into the sheets. Well, he would have if the fat woman's reflexes weren't so freaking sharp. He flinched as she grabbed onto his ankle. Maybe grab wasn't the right word... Latched? Yes, she latched her hand around his ankle and yanked as hard as she could. Henry's eyes went wide as he felt his body sliding from the bed. Grabbing onto the sheets, he tried his best to stay on the bed but to no avail. Soon, Judith had him splayed out on the floor of the room he'd been lent for this time. 

He banged his head against the floor, honestly wishing he was anywhere but here. He could be sleeping right now if it weren't for this woman. 

[color=gray]"Go get some breakfast, sir."[/color] She spoke again, releasing his ankle from her grip. After a few minutes, Henry managed to will himself to sit up. The next 10 minutes he spent debating whether or not to make another bolt for the bed and the consequences of that. Deciding he didn't want to know what else Judith was capable of, he got to his feet and shuffled his way out of his room, not bothering to change. 

He pushed the crud out of his eyes as he walked the hallways. It was so bad this morning that he was having trouble seeing. He kept trying to pull on his eyes to see if he could convince his eyes to focus on anything. His hair was tussled every which way, a royal mess as one would put it. He stumbled his way into the kitchen in time to hear something about a slumber party. Looking up, he saw a slew of people. With a blank, still mostly asleep, face he looked around the room. Ignoring everyone in sight, he shuffled his way towards a coffee pot and found the nearest mug to pour some of the sweet liquid into it. Once he'd done this and took a few sips, he finally realized where he was.

...Shit.

He forced a grin at those in the room. [color=cyan]"H-Hello."[/color] He stuttered, still half asleep despite the coffee. Maybe it was better he just... leave. He made his way for the door, however, he also spotted his betrothed...

...I still need to talk to her.

Ugh...

Sighing, he grabbed onto Feora's hand and pulled her into the hallway with him. He wasn't much one for talking this early in the morning and he did need to talk to her. However, thinking back on it, this might not have been the best way to go about this. He stopped pulling in the hallway, and moved to say something to her.

[color=cyan]"Sor-"[/color] He began, before he was interrupted.