Bonding With The Devil.

“Hnnnnnnnghaaaaa!”

The Princess excessively groaned as she sat upright, propping her back against the headboard — which was, in fact, the bough of an actual fruit tree — and stretched her arms over her head. Her blonde hair was a mess from all the tossing and turning she had been doing last night. Her bed covers were warm and heavy, and her eyes still sagged with fatigue as they squinted at the antique clock standing beside her door.

Seven fifty–three? Maybe I can get in a few more hours of sleep before Jennifer comes over. Himawari's procrastination was a force to be reckoned with. Just as she was about to give in to the temptation of more sleep, a female housework burst through her bedroom doors wearing a grim expression on her face.

“Lady Himawari,” she called with a bit of alarm in her emerald eyes.

Himawari cast aside her urge to sleep and immediately hopped out of bed. Her lurid silk pyjamas shimmered in the dim light of the room, “Yes? What's wrong Ivy?”