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Ozmond had been up for hours. There was much to be done. He had to conduct short interviews with all of the dignitaries that were visiting the castle. He had to brief all of the guards on the increased danger during coronation week. He had to make sure that all of the deliveries were safe. He had to sew some of the princess's old garments, and to top it all off, he had to make her breakfast. Some may have complained, but not Otto.

Oz loved his job. 

Or, at least, he loved [i]most[/i] of his job. He did not love waking up the princess. So, he had Eleanor do it. He waited outside in the hall for the princess to finish dressing, breakfast in hand. What they did today was her choice, but wherever she went, he'd be there. Such was the job of the Lord Protector.