Thea woke up from a deeply refreshing sleep. She'd had a blessed life with almost nothing to haunt her dreams, and so she always slept peacefully. There was something else, too that, she had to look forward to. Him.

 Her bright eyes blinked opened and she smiled, stretching luxuriously and knowing that he would be there, waiting for her, as he always did. The fact that he was off limits to her didn't bother her terribly much. She usually got her way, whether her stern but loving father knew it or not. Slipping out of bed, she dressed quickly and fixed her hair, slipping on a thin gold tiara that brought out the warmth of her pale skin. Then she opened the door, peeked out, and there he was.

 "Good morning, sir guard," she said, her voice sweet and honeyed as always.