"Akirexer!" Wadose yelled.
Akirexer fell off her bed in fright and hit her head. She moaned in pain as she got her duvet off her head. She held her aching head as Wadose angrily tapped his right foot with his hands folded.
"What the hell man?" Akirexer complained.
"Is this what you call a short nap?" Wadose angrily asked Akirexer.
"I don't know, what time is it?" Akirexer asked him back, still confused.
Wadose pointed at the wall clock. Akirexer gasped when she saw that it was thirty minutes past 7pm. She closed her eyes and braced herself for some more scolding from Wadose.
"You have been sleeping since noon! I asked you more than once to get up so as to prepare for the ball! The guests are already arriving and you are still in your socks and underwear! Need I remind you that you are the heir to the throne therefore your image matters a lot for the sake of Queen Sharaina's reputation?!" Wadose let her have it.
"I was tired Wadose." Akirexer tried to defend herself.