You wake up to light pouring in through a window. Slowly, your eyes blink and you sit up.
A piece of parchment is left on your bed, reading, "Clove, there is a meeting at the ninth strike of the chime, please arrive at the throne room no later than that. - Father." Slowly, you get out of bed and check the clock. The hands show that it is only at the seventh strike. You ring the bell for servants to arrive and get you ready for meeting. Promptly, they groom you dress you in a formal gown. Just as quickly, they leave. With two hours to spare you walk out your door.