"Go ahead. Do it. It will be fun." Duchess Ambrosia sipped her coffee as she looked toward the staircase leading to the upper floors.
"But, your Grace! I'll be fired!" said the steward, trying to keep the large hand bell he held silent.
"Really? Who is going to fire you? After all, who hired you? Who pays you? Who sends extra home for your family?"
He stared at the duchess for a moment. Then he sighed and drooped his shoulders. "As you wish, your Grace."
"Stand extra close to Prince Porter's door, will you? And you may wish to leave King Daniel's floor unmolested. The king needs his sleep."
"Of course, your Grace."
Jeff turned toward the steps and started climbing. He glanced down at the duchess once he reached the top. She was smirking and then took a sip of her coffee. She made a little shooing motion with her other hand. Then she leaned back against a pillar, holding her coffee cup like it was made of gold. Jeff walked down the corridor until he reached the first bedroom door. He took a deep breath, then started ringing the bell for all he was worth while shouting, "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" He ran the length of the corridor then hit the stairs to the next level where he continued his routine. He covered all the sleeping levels, then dropped the bell in a potted plant and sped down the servant's stairs.
Good morning, your Majesty.
Good Thursday, dear Royals.
Going for more coffee now.