Had the gristled old crones seen Andrew's current physical state they would have certainly retracted their statements!

The eighteen year old prince was draped around his bed in a rather uncouth manner, what with a stream of spittle leaking steadily out of his mouth, his tawny hair resembling a rat's nest due to it's utter disarray, and to top off the whole image of unattractivness, only half of his body was actually lieing on the bed. From, the waist up, he was slumped onto his bedside dresser, with his head hanging off it. His spittle was collecting in a small pool on the ground.

"Prince Andrew" called a motherly, yet stately voice resounding from behind the bedroom door.

"Prince Andrew!"

Yawning, Andrew reluctantly forced himself to open his eyes and break off his ties from the world of slumber.

"What" He grumbled.

"Sorry too wake you. Your highness" Continued the voice, adopting a more cautious, reserved, manner.

Recognizing the voice, Andrew sighed.

"It's fine Gerda" he replied, following a yawn.

"I've been up for hours"

...then...bliss again...

(Rap rap rap) "Prince Andrew!"

Eli was jolted out of his momentary doze, forgetting every single event that occurred in the past few seconds,too startled to feel surly about being rewoken.

"Wha- wha-? (yawn)Who is it?"

"Still me, Sir" Replied Gerda, politely.

"The gates will be opening soon... time to get ready" She continued soothingly, yet abruptly (No doubt she was afraid that the slightest hesitation in her speech would be enough to push him adrifting back into sleep)

"For what?" Inquired Andrew sleepily

"Nothing big...just your brother's coronation" Replied Gerda sharply. Now that Andrew was fully awake, she was settling into her usual sarcastic self.

"...Brother?" Pondered Eli sleepily? He had a brother? Corora-what? Why on earth did royalty have to mean so many big words? Big words were hard. He didn't like big words. Couldn't he be a peasant instead. Peasants used such nice, simple words. And they didn't wear such stiffy outfits like the one laid out in front of him. Why on earth did being a prince mean having to wear such fancy-schmancy outfits like that? Why would anybody want to wear-

Andrew sat upright so briskly, he felt as though he'd been struggling to sit upright while being forced down, and his invisible capturers had let him go without a warning. Had he been less startled, he would have laughed at the comicalness.

But he was too stunned by the shock of a big realization.

"It's coronation day!" He exclaimed.

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