The Usual Cliche

Within the depths of the Sylvian Imperial Palace, after a day of rest preluding to his coronation ceremony, Leonardo woke up in a rather luxurious room.

He laid on a spacious bed surrounded by soft pillows, a curtain of thin yet opaque fabric descended from a high canopy above the bed, concealing his half-naked body from the servants scurrying about in the room preparing a set of formal imperial clothes, the bathing chambers, and hairdressers for Leonardo.

Leonardo could hear the ongoing commotion, chuckling lightly. The sound of his calm laughter echoed in the room, startling the young maids who were trying to act prudently and cautiously so as to not disturb the prince in his sleep.