Helping his little lamb fix her dress appropriately, Ivan slipped out of bed.
Opening the door to see who had disturbed him at this time of the day, Albert stood at the threshold, and with his head lowered in a polite bow, he proceeded to say. "Lord Draven wishes for your company close to the Queen Mother's mausoleum, My Lordship. He sounded adamant to have you summoned, but I can always inform him if you're too busy to join–"
"Nevermind it, you interrupted me already."
Uttered the displeased Ivan before he turned to look at Samantha who was sliding the hand of her dress up her shoulder, but she had raised her head up as if she sensed someone's lingering gaze on her. Although the door was slightly opened, Albert didn't dare to peek inside.