I stand over your bed, watching you sleep. You look so peaceful and perfect, despite the fact that ten minutes ago you should have been at the training grounds. I can't believe you just asked me to let you sleep longer. I soften my voice, leaning down by your ear. Oh, five more minutes sweetheart? My tone hardens as I drag you out of bed by your collar. You have exactly Five minutes to get your ass to the training grounds.
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