About a week later.
The sun had risen, the birds were chirping and most people in suits and actually jobs had woken up, got dressed and headed out.
Unlike Aegon. With his curtains closed, his room unkempt he laid sprawled on the bed, ruffling the sink sheets beneath him.
Even as the alarm next to his bed threatened to break his oasis, he grabbed the rectangle and hurled it across the room.
~Knock. Knock. Knock.~
Someone was at his bedroom door.
"Who is it?" He said without tearing his face from the sheets. "Come in."
The door creaked open as one of the maids sauntered into the room. She paid Aegon no attention like this was his regular morning routine.
Reaching the drapes, she shifted them both aside letting the morning sunlight bathe the room in its golden hue.
"Is this your plan—" she placed her hands at her waist and began to nag. "—to stay here like a caveman on your birthday?"
