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Aron just knew something was a-brewing. The servants gave him waffles and syrup for breakfast in bed. Not just any waffle though, it was from the bakery that he liked so much. And not just one slice either, but three! The entire setup looked so suspicious. (But he still ate it all nonetheless; it was the morning after all, and he was starving.)
He finished the slices nicely then left the tray and utensils he used on his bedside table just to test something. Aron then grabbed his bathrobe and made his way outside of his room. The guards greeted him as he passed by and he greeted them back happily, hair messy and all. His own happiness over a full plate of waffles was starting to freak him out.
The morning was great. The sun was shining so brightly and his flowers were growing well enough to match the Queen’s majority of the garden. Everything seemed nice.
Too nice.