As Aire gazed out of the window, feeling just a little too feminine for his own taste, he thought about how it would not be long until a servant arrived to wake him. Each morning when the servant arrived, he was already up and out of bed, though still clad in his sleeping robes. This morning, as with other occasional mornings, he had the urge to dress himself and start the day on his own. After all, it didn't hurt to be independent sometimes.
A sigh escaped him as he pulled on his royal blue colored tunic and dark colored trousers. Sometimes being royalty was hard work. All of the things he would soon be required to do - ruling an entire kingdom, no less. Parties and other festivities he was socially obliged to attend, for the sake of popularity and publicity. Sometimes he wanted to just stay home and read a book, but that wasn't plausible.
Again, he stared out of the window. A thin, transparent layer of frost rested upon its surface. It would have been best if Aire dressed in a warm cloak also. So he pulled an extravagant, genuine fur-lined one from his wardrobe and threw it over his shoulders. He inhaled deeply, shrugged the restlessness off of his shoulders, and headed out of his bedroom.
There in the corridor was a woman servant working. Working, however, could have hardly been the proper word for Aire to use. She was moving slower than a sloth. The servant glanced around but seemed to miss him - after all, it was a very large hallway. She pulled her dress up on the side opposite of him and seemed to be inspecting her side, and Aire scoffed.
"Excuse me," he said, with an audible tone of arrogance. "What on earth are you doing? Shouldn't you be working? And by working, I mean, working, not moving as if it physically pains you to clean a damn window."
