Christopher’s POV
I get awakened by a loud sound of a juicer running.
It’s just a reminder I’m not home at the Palace, where I should be. Things like these could never happen there. I’m only awakened by the pulling of curtains. And Peter doesn’t bother me on Sundays.
Sophia, on the other hand, obviously does.
But to my surprise, I’m not annoyed to hear it. Instead, it makes me curious. Curious to see what she’s making.
I get out of bed and head straight to the kitchen. I don’t check the mirror - I know I have a very charming morning ruffled face - at least that’s what most girls tell me.
“Morning, your Highness,” she curtsies a little as I walk out and I can't tell whether she’s teasing me or if it’s just her etiquette.
“Good morning, m’lady,” I say in a playful tone, nonetheless.
