The next morning, Raylo was woken by a tugging sensation.
He opened his eyes to see a small, round, black head leaning over his bedside, a pair of big, dark, lively eyes staring at him.
Coal Ball had woken up at some point and was tugging on Raylo's night robe with its little paws, a low rumbling sound coming from its throat.
Right on cue, its stomach let out an earth-shattering roar, so loud that Moonlight, who was perched on the windowsill grooming its fur, couldn't help but shoot it a disdainful look.
Raylo chuckled.
The little fella had slept for a day and two nights. It seemed to be starving.
"Hungry?"
Coal Ball nodded vigorously, its head bobbing like a bobblehead.
"Someone."
Raylo called out.
A Personal Guard quickly appeared at the door.
"My Lord."
"Go tell Cook Marlin to prepare breakfast as soon as possible."
Raylo glanced at Coal Ball, which was clinging to him, and added,
"Especially the roasted meat. Prepare a lot."
