Good morning, beloved castlemates! Sorry for my late rising, but Madame de Plume and I are recovering from our evening, wherein we imbibed all of your alcoholic gifts and passed out.
My attention to you will be less ardent today, sadly, as I prepare for visits from the royal family, which will require, um, let's call it oversight, of all bathroom cleaning, linen washing and feast preparation.
(I think I'd rather pull teeth, but anyway.)
I hope all of you are filled with good fortune today and that your writing endeavors flourish. Go about your tasks knowing your queen adores you!